The Housemate - Part I

How long has it been ? How long have I been asleep ?

It must be hours. I'd just got in from work. He was in his room and greeted me by saying hello. He'd followed me up to my room, asked if I wanted a drink. Normally I wouldn't have bothered, but it’s his last weekend here before he moves out. Besides, I don't like him that much, but it's not a worry for much longer. We had been pleasantly drinking some wine. We were talking about all the stuff he has had to throw away as he can't take it with him. Where did he say he was going ? 

 It's not important right now. He'd walked out and I felt a lttle spooked by him, he'd always had that effect on me, just the things he says. I decided I would make a polite exit, tell him I had to go out while he was out of the room. Thought it would be best to throw what was left of my wine into that vase, so he didn't think I was giving him the brush off. Next thing I know, I'm starting to feel giddy, my head was spinning. I tried to get up off the sofa, but I just felt more wobbly. That's all I can remember. I guess round about that time I must have fallen. What the hell happened ?

 Back to now, I don't feel too bad now. I'm on the sofa, at least it feels like it. I'll open my eyes in a sec, just give myself a moment to get my head straight. He must have found me and thought I had fallen asleep put me in the floor. Idiot ! Couldn't he see something was wrong ? The least he could have done was make sure I didn't have the cushion stuffed in my mouth, I could have suffocated on it. This isn't a pillow, it's hard, I can't spit it out. What's wrong with me? I can't move my arms, they're stuck, it feels like they are tied. Don't be silly, how could they be ? Legs feel the same aswell, can hardly move. I gotta open my eyes, what's happened to me ? Oh my God ! I am tied ! What the fuck is going on?

 OK, OK...... just get a grip, don't panic. It's all a big joke, they're going to come in any second now and have a good laugh about it. Hold on, that isn't right. Noone would drug someone for a joke. This has got to be real. He wouldn't do this, would he? Where is he? Perhaps they got him. Whoever they are. What if it's him? What does he want with me? I don't want to be like this in front of him, I don't like being like this, I feel so helpless. Why would he do this to me? What could he possibly want? I don't intend to find out. I have to get out of here before he comes back.

 I have got to get free! Maybe I can get out with a bit of effort, it doesn't feel to be too tight. My hands won't budge, the arms can't move... damn ! I'll try wriggling a bit, see if I can work something loose. No, my arms are pinned to my body, they don't seem to move at all. It's difficult to breathe with this gag in my mouth. I can't call out for help either. Maybe I can get my feet free, lets have a look. I'm strapped at the knees aswell. Perhaps I can reach my feet and loosen them. No, it's no good. I've got to keep trying, give it everything I have. I'm not going to let him win. He's not going to have me at his mercy.

 Great ! All I've achieved is wearing myself out. I've got to stop panicking. There must be something I can do. Come on, think ! My phone, my mobile phone. It's in my bag, over there. If I can can get over to it, I can at least dial 999. They'll come, they'll get me out. I've got to get over there, somehow. If I can just drop off the sofa, then I'm sure I can somehow shuffle over there, or something. What if he finds me trying to get over there? The house is quiet, I think the bastard has gone out. Where? I hope he has not just left me here, all tied up, for God knows how long. Perhaps he thought I'd be out longer, after all I didn't drink all that wine. It has to be the wine, I'm sure. I'm lucky I didn't drink it all. I have the time before he comes back. I've got to try something!

 Ok, concentrate. If I just wriggle my way over to the edge of the sofa, then I can stand myself up. This is a bit easier than I thought it would be. I'll walk over. I'll show him. Now let's get that phone. I've got to hurry, need to get help.

 I'm going to have to empty the bag out onto the floor, but it's so difficult with my arms pinned. The effort is making my arms ache so much, but I can' t stop. I can't find the phone amongst everything else in the bag. Got to keep looking. Need to get help. I can't see it! It's got to be there. It  just has to be. I musn't panic, got to keep searching. It is just under something else, I'm sure.

 "Are you looking for something?"