I Was Kidnapped And... I Liked It? Boyxboy.

Beautiful.

Chapter 15.

✄ Edited:

Beautiful. (Eminem.)

*** Shane's P.O.V ***

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Recap:

That was the biggest shock, so that night, when we went to bed she went off and to Mikhail's room while I stayed in mine alone, for the first night.

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"Nope," I muttered when Lockie asked me whether I wanted to come downstairs, "there's too many people. I don't like it."

Indeed there were a lot of people, I could hear all the shouting and laughing from very many, different males.

It sounded scary. And that was something I didn't wanna do is go down there.

"You know what?" Lockie asked me, I shook my head as I was turned away from him, "you're gonna come with me whether you like it or not."

Suddenly there was no bed underneath me and I was over Lockie's shoulder and being carried out of the room.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" I yelled, my throat burning from the sudden use of it.

"What's all the hubbub bub?" Georgia asked as she came out of a room down the hall in a large, oversized shirt that was obviously Mikhail's.

"GEORGIA!" I yelled when she looked at me, "HELP!"

"You're on your own babe. I'm going back to sleep," she turned to walk away but looked at my face and sighed.

"Lock," she said, he stopped and turned to look at her giving me a view of the stairs.

Indeed there were a lot of people, they were flowing in and out of rooms or standing in the hallway talking to one another.

Georgia must of convinced Lockie of something as I was placed on my feet and dragged back down the hall by Georgia.

She took me into her and Mike's room. It was dark as the curtains were drawn and all I could really see was the outline of objects.

"How can you see?" I asked Georgia.

"Well, I use my eyes," she said sarcastically.

"Oh well done," I muttered, but as I sat in the dark room my eyes started to adjust too, "so, where's Mike?"

"Oh, he has some work to do with Chris, so he leaves early and I wake up on my own," George said it kind of sadly but she looked happy enough with the whole situation.

"But before he left he did tell me Chris wants to talk to you today," I nodded my head as a sign that I was listening, "so when you're ready, we'll go get some food and then I'll show you to his office. Sound good?"

"Sounds perfect."

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"That was so good," I moaned, putting my knife and fork down.

All that food now made it look as if I were pregnant, but I just couldn't stop eating as it was just so good. Then again I thought that every time I ate.

"I know right?" Georgia said too, the only other person in the room was Wyatt, but like the twins had said he doesn't talk unless you piss him off.

"Now, it's time for you to go talk to Chris," George raised an eyebrow at me when I went to protest, and then I closed it again.

Maybe I would have to suck it up and actually go talk to him.

"Fine."

"Cool, come on. Bye what," the only thing we got as acknowledgment was a grunt and then we were gone off down the hallway.

"In there," she pointed to a door, knocked on it and slipped off again.

"Come in!" A muffled voice called, I steeled up my nerves and opened the door, Chris was sitting behind the big desk at the centre of the far wall. He was knee deep in paperwork and I felt like I was intruding.

"You - you wanted to talk to me?" I asked meekly, Chris eventually looked up at me in mild surprise but nodded and motioned to a seat opposite him.

"Alright, well I'm gonna lock the door before I tell you this," Christopher got up from the seat, locked the door and slipped the key into his pocket.

"O-okay," I murmured.

"I'm gonna ask you some odd questions now. Is that alright?"

"Yes?" I asked as a sort of question back.

"Okay. First off, before you came here, did you feel anything strange was going on?"

"Like..." I trailed off, "I was being followed? Or that people came into my life for some reason? Of course, the twins for starters. They didn't just magically turn up for no reason did they?"

"Of course they didn't," Chris agreed, "they came because I told them to. I wanted someone there to protect you when I could not."

"When you couldn't?"

"Yes. See, I've known you a lot longer than you think," my eyes grew the longer he talked, "I've been... Following you, learning your routines. What you like, what you don't. How you feel in certain situations, and then, I just had to be close to you. I know you were awake that night I came to see you in your room. I wanted to tell you to stop pretending to sleep, but I just couldn't disturb you..."

I had gotten up from my seat by then, backed up against the furthest wall. This man must have been insane then, and now.

"You're, you're crazy!" I spluttered out, "completely mental!"

"I'm not. I just couldn't leave you any longer. I had to have you near, I didn't want to take you away. But I saw how your mother treated you and I couldn't leave you there like that."

"Yes! You could of! I would of been perfectly fine!"

Chris had gotten up from his seat also, walking towards me like I was his prey. When he'd reached me, he had a hand either side of my head, keeping me trapped where I stood,

"But I wouldn't of. I needed you near, I still do. I've been trying to refrain from touching you, being close to you, but I can't any longer," his face was slowly inching towards mine, for some reason I felt like I wanted him to do what he intended. What he wanted, but then the rational part of my brain was trying to get me to run.

"You won't have your space for much longer," and then he kissed me.