Must Read: CONTROLLED - Season 1 - Episode 19

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Must Read: CONTROLLED - Season 1 - Episode 19

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.

I sighed in sudden relief, then jumped when I
felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see
Emily kneeling next to me, smiling triumphantly.

“Thank you, Emily,” I said, hugging her.
“No problem,” she told he, returning the hug.
“My name’s Sophie,” I told her. I wasn’t sure why I told her, but I wanted her to know.

“Okay, well we need to get you out of here,
Sophie. Hopefully he-”
She was cut off when the kitchen door swung
open again, followed by heavy footsteps. We
both gasped silently, and I held her wrist tightly.

“Sophie, I know you’re in here. Come out now!”
Ricky screamed. Emily went to stand up, but I
held her down, shaking my head frantically.

“I’ll be fine,” she whispered. I watched as she stood up and walked around the shelves for the cans.

“B---h, you lied to me. Where is she?” I heard
Ricky yell at Emily.

“Sir, I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Now please get out of the kitchen before I call
the police,” Emily said bravely.

Ricky sighed in frustration, then hit the table.

I heard Emily gasp and saw her back up. She
motioned for me to move away quickly.

Hopefully Ricky didn’t see it, or it was all over.
He would kill Emily for sure.

I scooted away quietly, moving behind a silver
table. I got a clear view of Ricky and Emily from
where I was, but they wouldn’t be able to see
me. I watched in horror as Ricky reached into
his pocket and pull out a knife. Emily took a
step back, her face suddenly full of fear.

“Tell me where she is!” Ricky screamed.

“I don’t know, sir! I told you I saw her run out the back door! She was crying! When I tried to ask her what was wrong she pushed me
against the wall and ran out the door!” Emily
yelled back, trying to defend herself.

“You’re a liar!”
“I promise sir! Please, put the knife away! I’m
going to call the police!”
I watched in horror as Ricky moved forward
with the knife, trying to stab Emily. She moved
away quickly with a gasp, then grabbed one of
the cans off of the shelf and hurled it at him.

It his Ricky with a thud, but didn’t seem to stop
him. Emily ran to the side and around the
shelves, heading for the door.

But Ricky was faster.

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back.

She cried out in pain and fell backwards, hitting
one of the silver tables. I gasped, putting my
hand to my mouth, as Ricky plunged the knife
into her stomach. Blood came trickling out of
her mouth, her eyes wide and full of fear. Ricky
pulled the knife out, letting her drop to the floor,
then wiped off the knife.

I felt the tears well up in my eyes. I blinked,
wishing I could get the images out of my head.

I remembered that I still had the operator on the phone. Putting the phone back to my ear, I
spoke quietly.

“Hello?” I whispered, still watching Ricky.

Emily was on the floor, eyes closed. A pool of blood began to surround her body. I could see her chest just faintly rising and falling. She was still alive.

“Yes ma’am. I’m here,” the man said.

“He’s taking me to Blanca Peak, in an isolated cabin up in the mountains. If I’m not at the diner then-”

I cried out when I was pulled up by my hair.

Opening my eyes, I saw Ricky’s angry face
staring into mine.

“Please help me!” I screamed into the phone.

Ricky knocked it out of my hand, sending it
flying onto a stove. It broke in two as it hit the
hard, silver surface. Ricky let go of my hair,
making me drop to the tile.

“I trusted you, Sophie! Why would you do this to me?” he yelled.

“Because I don’t want this!” I yelled, staring at
the floor.

“But you need me, Sophie!”
“I don’t want you! I’ve never wanted you!”

I felt a sharp pain pierce my neck, then a liquid
being injected into my body. I suddenly felt
dizzy, then sleepy.

“What… what…” I mumbled, beginning to lose
consciousness.

“I’m sorry, Sophie. But I have to do this,” he
said, removing whatever he had in my neck. I
fell to the floor, then felt him pick me up. I
looked up to see his face, blurry and distorted.

He carried me out of the kitchen and away from
the dining room, out the back door. I was
immediately shivering, and almost regretted
leaving his jacket in the corner of the bathroom.

I heard the sirens of the police cars in the
distance. Ricky walked faster, making it to the
SUV and placing me in the back seat. I was still
conscious, but my body felt numb, and almost
paralyzed. I couldn’t speak or move. Ricky shut
the door and turned on the car, then drove out
of the parking lot.
The last thing I remember was Ricky speeding
down the highway, and other cars honking at
him. Then I finally fell into a deep, unconscious
state.
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