Must Read: CONTROLLED [Completed] - Season 2 - Episode 23

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Must Read: CONTROLLED [Completed] - Season 2 - Episode 23

Sophia:
I can’t believe I actually kissed him. Why the
hell would I do that? Even if I did try and fake it,
why did I have to kiss him? That was the last
thing in the world that I would want to do. But
even so, why did he hesitate? I hoped he
believed my performance, or everything would
go wrong.


I threw water on my face once more and looked
in the shiny mirror. I was still in my tank top
and flannel pants, but I was wrapped in Ricky’s
brown leather jacket. It smelled minty, and
almost nice. But it still smelled like him. I took
it off and threw it on the other side of the
bathroom. I needed to get away. Call for help
or something.
Sneaking out of the bathroom, I slid along the
wall. The bathroom was across from one of the
entrances to the kitchen. I tiptoed across the
tile floor and gently pushed the door open,
peering into an empty kitchen. I slipped inside
and let the door swing shut.
I slid down to the floor, bringing my knees up to
my chest. I put my head in my hands, but didn’t
cry. I jumped when I heard the door swing
open. I looked up and saw the young waitress
come in through the other door to the kitchen.
Emily, I think her name was. She saw me and
her happy face was immediately filled with
concern.


“Are you okay?” she asked me, coming closer. I
shushed her and grabbed her wrist, pulling her
down. She kneeled next to me, confused.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’ve been kidnapped. I need a phone, please .
Hurry, I don’t have much time left,” I told her,
beginning to panic. I’ve been gone for more
than five minutes now. Surely he was going to
become suspicious. I saw Emily nod and pull
out a cell phone from her pocket. She handed it
to me and turned her head to look behind her,
then looked at me again.
“That guy you were with. He kidnapped you?”
she asked, looking worried. I nodded, dialing
911. She stared at me, then nodded
understandingly. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you. Just
stay here,” she whispered, getting back up. The
phone rang a few times, and I waited anxiously.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“No problem,” she said. She shook her head and
put on her happy face again. It looked pretty
real, but I knew she was faking. She nodded at
me and walked out of the kitchen. I sighed in
relief when I heard a voice on the other side of
the phone.


“911, what’s your emergency?”
“Yes, hello, my name is Sophia Anderson. I’ve
been kidnapped and I need help,” I whispered
urgently into the phone.
“What’s your location?” the man said.
“I’m at a diner in-”
I jumped and whipped my head when there was
a loud crash of plates from over the kitchen
counter. Voices came after that; a bunch of
yelling and concerned voices. I was beginning to
panic. What if Ricky saw me talking on the
phone?
“Are you okay? Do you need an ambulance?” the
man asked.
“I don’t know, maybe. Just please hurry! I’m in
a diner in Colorado. I don’t know my exact
location, just please hurry!”
“Okay, we’re dispatching officers to your
location. Please stay on the line,” he said.
“Okay, thank you.”
“Sophie?”
I froze when I heard Ricky’s voice on the other
side of the door. He knocked on the bathroom
door, calling my name multiple times. I quickly
got up and ran behind one of the silver
storages for cans.
“Hurry, please,” I whispered into the phone,
sliding down to the cold tile. I heard the kitchen
door swing open, followed by the footsteps of
boots. I tensed, not daring to turn around and
look at who it was, even though I could guess it
was Ricky. His footsteps came closer and
closer. I closed my eyes, hoping he wouldn’t
find me. Suddenly the other kitchen door swung
open, followed by quieter footsteps.


“Sir, you can’t be in here. I’m going to have to
ask you to leave.”
It as Emily. There was a hint of fear in her
voice, but only because she knew who Ricky
really was. I heard Ricky sigh, then grow angry.
“I’m looking for my girlfriend. Have you seen the
girl I walked in here with?” he asked, voice full
of frustration.

“You mean that pretty brunette girl? Yeah, she
went out the back door a few minutes ago,”
Emily said. If I could, I would jump up and hug
her right now. She was an excellent liar.
“God dammit!” Ricky screamed, kicking one of
the stoves. I heard Emily gasp in surprise.
“Sir, what’s wrong? Is everything okay?”
Ricky didn’t respond. He just ran out of the
kitchen, making the door hit the wall with so
much force it echoed throughout the restaurant.