My Name is NOT Cupcake

Chapter 3

I felt groggy. I didn't feel like myself. I willed my limbs to move or do something, but they felt heavy. I

tried to remember what happened, or at least where I was. All I could remember was the man in the

woods. I shot up and instantly regretted it. My head swam with a pounding headache. I placed my hand

on my head to try and stop the spinning; it only made me feel sick. I groaned and shut my eyes back

quickly as I tried to remember what happened. All I kept seeing was the man in the woods. I tried

blinking my eyes open again. I was more successful this time. I squinted against the bright sunlight

filtering in through an open window.

Where was I?

I looked around to see that I was in a bedroom. The color theme was cream and light grey. Everything

in the room mirrored the theme. I looked down to see that I was in a plush queen-sized bed. The

covers were off-white with the rest of the room. There were lights on the ceiling, a single grand window,

a set of double doors, a single door, a bedside table with a lamp, and a desk with a small bookshelf

build it. This room looked like a master bedroom. I instantly panicked and checked myself.

Clothes still on?

Check.

My virginity in tact?

Check.

Phone and wallet.

Nope.

I knew I left my wallet at home, so I wasn't worried about that, but I did have my phone on me, and now

I don't. Whoever took me must not have wanted me to contact anyone.

And with good reason! He kidnapped you! My inner voice chimed in. I jumped as the door opened. The

man from the woods walked in and my first instinct was to cover myself more with the blanket on my

lap. I pressed my back against the headboard and pulled the covers up even further.

"W-Where am I? What are y-you going to do to m-me?" I asked, mentally cursing my nervous stutter.

He held his hands up to his, now clothed, chest in a motion of surrender.

"I don't mean you any harm, I swear," he explained quickly. I hated that I actually trusted what he said.

He could be lying and I believed it almost instantly.

"You kidnapped me. W-Why did you kidnap me?" I asked, my voice raising an octave from how scared

I felt.

Nolan.

"Oh God, Nolan. Nolan is going to be devastated. He doesn't know where I am, and he'll blame himself

for losing me and he's going to tell my dad and... My dad! It'll be like my mom all over again. He'll think Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

I'm dead. He'll think I'm dead and Nolan is going to blame himself," I thought out loud as tears poured

down my face. The man rushed closer to me, making me cower away even more. I hated this.

"Hey, no, no, no, please don't cry, please," he begged. I squeezed my eyes shut and fisted the sheets

hard in my hand.

"Please... just take me home. I won't say anything about you, I promise. I won't tell anyone," I cried

anyway. He hesitated.

"I can't," he breathed.