A/N congrats you guys have made it to 100 votes. And that was a lot quicker than I thought... Anyways I hope you guys like it.
Lizzys POV
***5 years later***
Beep Beep Bee- My alarm clock goes off. I roll out of bed, put my slippers on and wonder downstairs.
I find Ryan downstairs making pancakes.
I grin the way I do when I am about to do something mean.
I sneak up on him and poke his sides which causes him to screech and he jerks which causes the pancake to go flying, landing on the ground.
He turns around to find me laughing at him. "What did I tell you about tickling me?" He narrows an eyebrow.
I stop laughing. Oh no!
I run to the bathroom and lock the door. "You can't stay in there forever." He says and adds an evil laugh.
I'm trapped in here forever. I can't go out there. I'm gonna be late for work. I wished I never tickled him. I know what's coming next. If I open this door I will die.
"Fine you win. I will leave now." He say. I hear foot steps getting quieter and quieter. I wait a few seconds before slowly opening the bathroom door.
I look left then right. He's not here. I let out a sigh of relief.
Not two seconds later he tackles me to the ground. I let out a scream. Oh no I'm gonna die.
He rolls me over so I'm on my back and he's sitting on top of me. He raises his hands over his head.
"Please. No. I'll never do it again." I beg.
"Too late." He says. He brings his hands down on m sides. I'm dying of laughter. He's tickling me. I can't take it much longer.
"Stop. I dying. It hurts." I laugh/scream. I hate being tickled.
"You have to promise not to tickle me again. Especially when I'm making pancakes for you." He says still tickling me
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"I promise." I manage to say through my laughing fit.
He stops and gets up with no words and goes back to the kitchen. "Jerk." I call after him.
4 years living with this jerk and somehow I still love him. I stay on the ground where he left me and think about the origins of life.
I look down at my left hand and find the ring That says I'm married . We have been married for 3 years now. I take a look around at our lovely two story house. I'm glad life worked out for Ryan and I. Life could have gotten worse after we had been rescued and my dad had been sent to prison for life. But things worked out for the better.
I am living with the best guy you could ever ask for, we both have well paying jobs, we finished high school, and we have a baby coming in just 4 months.
Ryan is a police officer. After all of his hard work on getting into the police school he deserves it. He wanted to save lives like the police saved ours.
I am a kindergarten teacher. I also help kids with learning disabilities after school hours and during the summer.
"What are you doing still on the floor?" Ryan asks me with a big plate of pancakes in his hands. "I was just thinking how lucky we are." I smile. He smiles back. He puts the pancakes down and holds out a hand. I take it and he helps me up. He plants a small kiss on my forehead before we sit on the couch to watch cartoons and eat.
After being kidnapped since I was 12 I have a mind issue wear I am pretty much a kid trapped in an adults body. Since I wasn't around people my age and my dad didn't treat me well I never learn. I never got to go through all the mistakes you have to go through to become wiser and more mature. Same with Ryan but he doesn't have it as bad since he wasn't trapped for as long.
Which is why I am a good kindergarten teacher.
I take my pancake plate to the kitchen and head upstairs to get ready for work. On the bed I find a ball of fur. Kiddy is sleeping on my unmade bed. Kiddy is lazy more than ever. Ever since his traumatic time being kidnaped as well he has never been able to step paw out side.
On the other side of the bed is a fat fluffy white cat. We named her Alfredo. We had to get kiddy a friend. Even though they aren't close friends they don't mind each other as long as they stay out of each others food bowl. Cats will be cats.
Once I'm dressed in a yellow dress and my hair up I head down stairs. I grab my purse and school bag, I kiss Ryan goodbye and head out the door.
On my way out my phone makes a ding. I check it. A notification from wattpad. 'Cutiepie123 voted for your story 'kidnapped'.
Oh. Did I forget to mention this app called wattpad? It's a app where you write stories and get feed back on your book. I wrote a story called Kidnaped. A true story on me.
It almost has two million reads. Some comments are not too nice but others just make my day. They tell me how much they love my book and how I am a good writer even if I have so many errors it's sometimes hard to read. But even without knowing that this book is based on me and what happened they still understand my mind and how it works.
I put my phone away and jump in my car and head to work. On my way I think about how amazing my readers are and get to work with the brightest smile on.
A/N this is the end. This time I mean it. I tried answering all questions that were asked in the previous chapter or private message, and if I missed it I'm sorry. I hope you liked it and now you can officially add this story to your archive list. Bye. Ily all and I will never forget you guys.