Sophia sat at the head of the bed, her legs pulled to her chest as she glared at the window. She wasn’t sure what time it was as Eric and his mother had taken her phone from her. All she knows is, at some point during the day, she is brought breakfast and lunch. It'd been a week and she was losing hope slowly of being found.
Sighing, she rested her head on her knees and closed her eyes. All the times that she had been here, all Eric talked about was for them being together. He spoke of plans that they had made when they were together. And no matter how many times Sophia told him they were never going to happen, he just seemed to ignore her.
His mother was no better. It was on the second day of her being in that house that Natasha came into the room with a tray of food. She had a sickeni
