Save Me (Taken Series Book 1) by Whitney Cannavina

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    I jiggle the door handle again hoping I can somehow get it to open like magic even though I know it won’t and growl in frustration when it doesn’t budge. I lean my forehead on the door and let the tears fall from my eyes with frustration and grief. I just want to be home in my own bed and close to my family. I hate this. I hate Mr. Morris with a passion that I never thought capable. I have never hated anyone in my life but I hate him.
    I always believed that there was a reason for the way people acted. Some may act happy and excited in order to hide their true anguish while they deal with it behind closed doors while some act out by fighting or hurting others due to being beaten, molested or any number of things. But Mr. Morris, oh Mr. Morris I believe is just a horrid person who doesn’t know the meaning of loss or pain or even real happiness. I don’t believe he had anything happen to him that caused him to become a kidnapper. Maybe he has some sort of mental problem I don’t know about but he has no heart or else he wouldn’t have kidnapped me and kept me from my family. I know they miss me because I miss them. I’m sure they are doing everything they can to find me. I hope that it’s soon. I don’t know Mr. Morris’ plans for me but he moved me here so maybe that means they were close to finding me.
    As I stand here and think about the possible reasons for Mr. Morris’ moving me to here, I hear a noise coming from the other side of the door. I push my ear up against it and hope to get a better idea as to what I’m hearing. Then I hear a light tapping on the other side. I don’t know who it is but I doubt it is Mr. Morris because he would just walk in here so I decide to play along. Maybe this person can help me escape or maybe this person is trapped just like me. I lower myself to the dirty and stained carpet in front of the door and cross my legs Indian style. I raise my hand and just before I knock I pause. I don’t know if this is a good idea. What if it’s a trick? What if the person on the other side of the door is Mr. Morris and he just wants to see if I am still trying to escape? I won’t know unless I knock and if it is him then I will deal with the consequences afterwards. I would rather take a chance and see if this is my way of escape. I slowly knock three times lightly and wait in bated breath. I stare at the door willing it to open and be saved while my heart races a million beats a second in fear, hope and excitement.
    “Are you Sierra?” I can barely hear the words as they are whispered through the door by a soft melodic voice. I don’t know if I should say yes or not because I don’t know what they want.
    “Who are you?” I say back not answering her question.
    “I want to help you. He says we can’t speak to you but I snuck over here anyways. The news has been saying your name since the day you were kidnapped and when I saw him bring you in here I knew you were the girl they were talking about. Your parents offered to pay whatever ransom the kidnapper wanted but he doesn’t want money. He wants you all to himself. He said so. You were supposed to go to ‘the boss’ but I don’t think he will give you up.”
    She speaks quickly to me probably trying to get out as much as she can before she gets caught speaking to me.
    My breath hitches at the news of my parents and knowing they are doing all they can to find me. I’m elated and yet disappointed all at the same time because Mr. Morris wants to keep me. He’s not looking to trade me off to ‘the boss’ this girl mentioned, whoever that may be, but to make me his which is much, much worse in my book.
    “Can you help me? Can you get me out of here?” I hold my breath and wait for her answer in hopes that she may be able to help me escape. I don’t want to be kept by Jeremy. I don’t want to be kept by anyone. I just want to go home.
    “Oh god no. I wish I could help you escape but he would kill me. I’m sorry