Kidnapped

Chapter 7

A flash blinds me before I'm able to even open my mouth. When I'm able to open my eyes again, all I can see is a figure walking towards Five and me. Because of my blurred vision, I can't see who it is. Though, I don't think I'd recognize her. It appears to be a woman with a very peculiar haircut and hair colors. Her clothes are...let's say strange, too. No, I'm completely sure that I don't know this woman. That I know without a clear vision.

When my vision does get sharper and sharper again, I notice that her outfit is something I have never seen before. Well, maybe a few times. It reminds me of Effie Trinket from the hunger games.

"Five?" Her voice is high-pitched, and it sounds rather threatening.

The woman her eyes fall upon me, and they widen a little. She then turns to Five again who's looking furious at the woman in front of us. I'm missing something, that's obvious. His eyes bore into her.

"Where the hell are you here?" He asks the woman, clearly trying to keep calm. His breathing quickens, but he stays seated next to me in the grass. I do notice that his hands have formed fists again.

My eyes follow the woman who walks seductively closer to him. Her hand touches his cheek, making my eyes widen. Next to that, I keep my expression calm, though. 

"We thought y/n had escaped," she answers his question, ignoring his angry tone. She's not oblivious to it, no one could be. He made his anger quite obvious. "Why is she here and not in your house, Five?" Her voice is cold. It's threatening, and I fear her actions already. But he does not. Five doesn't spare me a single glance, and he stands up.

"I let her out for a walk." He forces a cold smile to come. The way Five said this made me feel like a fucking dog. Let her out for a walk. How pathetic it makes me sound. . . and feel.

"We'd like you to inform us next time you take her . . for a walk," she tells him, having noticed, too, that it made me sound like a dog. "At least we know that the tracker works."

My blood starts ti boil, and I can no longer keep myself calm. My cheeks heat up, but not because I'm shy or embarrassed. They redden because I'm getting anger with each second. I'm not going to let her talk like this about me. I cannot.

"So you are the one who wanted Five to take me?" I speak up at last. My jaw clenches since I already knowing the answer.

Her eyes fall upon me. Full of annoyance, of course. She makes me feel just like a dog. But I'm not. I'm not a fucking dog.

The woman shifts her head a little, as if  trying to look if I'm worth it.

"I'm the handler," She says sternly. "You don't need to know more about me. Just that you won't like the outcome if you decide to escape."

She glances quickly at Five, and then her eyes are back on me, like she's telling me that she knows. She knows how confused I am right now about myself and my feelings.

This woman, she creeps me out.

"You won't have to do anything," Five snaps at the woman. "She won't escape. Not from me."

I won't. I am planning to help him with his mission, after all. Afterwards he will save my parents.

A frown appears on her face, showing some wrinkles. "Are you two getting closer?" she asks, as if challenging my eyes to widen. I keep myself calm and my face straight.

"No." Five rolls his eyes in response. "Far from that."

Don't react.

Don't react.

I force myself to keep my eyes on the woman. I won't give her the satisfaction of looking at him. She's waiting for me to do so, that's clear in her sparkling eyes.

I asked for this, didn't I? I got this kind of reaction because I started it all. Not that I'm going to tell him about all these confusing feelings any longer. I won't ask him to answer the questions anymore. I've got my answer.

Let's accomplish this stupid mission, save my parents, and then I will live my life. Without him. Since that is what he wants.

"Five, I suggest that you go back," the handler tells him.

He sends her a fake smile, and turns to me. I can't read his face. I don't have a single clue of what's going on in that head of him.

"Let's go y/n,"Five mumbles as he grabs my hand, ready to spatial jump us back to his house. The blue light appears again, reminding me of how the woman came here.

It doesn't take long until I'm in the familiar room again. My cage, in other words. My body falls down onto his bed. With my back pointed to the ceiling and my stomach on the mattress, I hear Five sitting down on the seat just a few steps away from me.

I wish I could break the ice again, but I don't have any idea how. I'm once again confused. Anger combined with confusion isn't the best for me. That's why I practically drown in new worries and old thoughts. The coolness of the mattress underneath me helps a little, but it doesn't lessen the now growing headache.

"Are you any further with your mission?" I ask him, deciding it's an okay thing to ask because I need to know if I want to help five with it. When my throat starts to hurt from the lack of oxygen, I sit up and face him.

With a sigh, Five stands up, avoiding any eye contact.

"Not important to you. Only I know how far I am with my mission and you shouldn't."

I look at him, trying to read any sign that this is a joke. But there are no such signs. He's dead serious. He doesn't want me in his party anymore.

"I thought you didn't mind me helping you?" I ask, doing my hardest best to keep everything together. Why the sudden change? If he really means . . this, then my parents will remain dead, and I don't know what will happen with my life. 

Five stands up, and walks out of the room without another word. I can hear him walking down the stairs, but then it's just silence. My breathing is the only thing I can hear.

I want to scream. I want to shut down. I want to break everything in here down.

Is it that simple for him? Does he think it's okay to just tell me that I won't be joining him anymore. He won't bring my parents back. The only thing he will be doing is keeping me in here.

Why would I stay here? Not for Five who's completely blocking me out . . again. He turned as cold as he was before, and I have a feeling that this time, it won't change anymore. He's done.

And I'm done with this mess, too.

He won't save my parents. So my life is as good as over. I don't have family who would want to care for me.

No, I won't ever have my old life back.

I will have to get over this, whatever this is and leave. Now. To somewhere where Five won't be able to find me.