Kidnapped.

Chapter Two

"Listen.", the boy said comfortingly while putting his hand onto my shoulder,"Let me just...introduce myself first. Then I'll explain why you're here, okay?"

I anxiously nodded and crossed my legs, like a little kid preparing for a story to be told.

"My name is Noah. I'm 17, and I live with my dad. Where we're at right now is where I'm living. And..I don't have a mom. She...died. Eight years ago.", he closed his eyes and sighed as he explained what happened to his mom.

I felt so bad for him..I couldn't control myself. My mom and I were so close..I couldn't even imagine living without her. Tears welled in my eyes, just thinking about the loss he'd been through.

"I'm so so sorry!", I said while wiping my eyes, yet a tear still managed to slip down my cheek. He dropped his face into his hands and rubbed his eyes. His face was getting red as well. I almost felt like I needed to comfort him. Like I should crawl into his lap and wrap my arms around him, so he would at least know that someone cared. 

"It's fine.," he said, brushing his hand out over the air. "There's nothing we can do about it now."

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. "So...can you explain to me why I'm in your house?", I asked him, antsy to change the topic.

"Well, you see..that's the hard part. I'm not sure if you'll want to talk to me after I tell you.", he shook his head. "Once you know why, everything will change. I'll..frighten you. You'll hate me.", he admitted, warningly. 

"Please, tell me.", I urged on. I thought about promising that I wouldn't hate him..but there was no telling what he was about to say.

"Okay..", he shrugged while shaking his head. "We...took you. We stole you."

I felt my stomach drop. I was speechless. They had stolen me? After the car crash? My hand collapsed against my mouth in suprise; in disgust. Now I was so relieved that I hadn't promised that I wouldn't hate him. That promise would have been far broken by now. Unstoppable tears escaped my eyes, crashing down on my shorts.

Anger had now taken over me. I had trusted him. He was so nice, so caring. It was just an act. All of it had been fake.

"How could you?", I screamed at him. "Steal me? Kidnap me? " He could probably barely understand me through my hysterical crying. I grabbed the book on the bedside table and threw it at him as hard as I possibly could. 

He easily stepped to the side and dodged the book I'd thrown. It slammed against the wall, making barely a noise while they collided. His face was straight. Emotionless.

I sat against the wall, crying to myself. 

Noah walked over to the bed, and sat on the edge. He looked over at me hopefully, and I just gave him a disgusted look back. A look that clearly said that I'd hated him. 

"Can I please just explain?", he said while climbing onto the bed and propping himself against the wall as well. I didn't answer. I didn't have one. I didn't know what to say. What more was there to explain?

"It wasn't my choice. I didn't want to take you. That's my dad.", he admitted.

"Why did he want to take me?", I muffled through the sheets that I was crying into. 

"It's just...something that he does.", Noah shrugged.

"Is...is he going to..kill me?", I whimpered.  

"No. Don't worry."

I immediately slid across the bed and clung to his arm. I hugged him. The person I was throwing books at and screaming at just a few minutes ago.