Unlikely Romance

CHAPTER ONE

To be honest, I don't know why I got taken the way I did. Poor petite me, hanging out in my room with music on... in a bikini. I was doing my nails and having a girly self care day since my parents weren't home and neither were my siblings. They had gone on a weekend vacation to a fancy villa, and I was supposed to be sick. Yeah, I lied to stay home and enjoy myself separately, so sue me! We went to a fancy villa every weekend. I had almost everything, but I never had peace.

So anyways, I was hanging out in our quiet home in a residential rich people community near the forest, and my chill mood was interrupted when I heard a knock on my door. No, they can't be home yet, I thought. I'm so not finished! But I put on my robe anyway, wet nails and all, and headed to the door. I opened it, starting with, "Hey mom did you..." and I trailed off.

There was absolutely no one in the corridor. No one by the stairs. I came out the room, walking down the stairs and called, "Mom? Dad? You guys home?"

Nothing.

I assumed that I must have just made it up in my mind, so I shrugged and went back to my room. Keeping my robe on, I sat down on my bed again, my back facing my bathroom. That, it turned out, was a mistake. Because someone was watching me from a small space in the door frame.

Before I knew it, I was grabbed and dragged off the bed. I screamed, but my voice was muffled by the heavy hand that gripped my mouth. I clawed at the arm attached to it, trying to practice the self defence I had learned, but in vain. He was simply too big.

"Struggle any more and a bullet goes through that brain." I felt the hard metal against my scalp. I whimpered but obeyed, knowing that there was nothing a petite nineteen year old girl could do against this strong person. "Good. We're taking a walk," I heard him say, and with that, I was dragged by my hair outside the house. The worst part about this was that there were no close by neighbours to see anything.

I was blindfolded with a thick strap of cloth. I wondered who on earth would do this with no car to put me in, and be so gentle at the same time. But then I took back the last part, because he grabbed my hair and dragged me with him. During the way I walked into trees, strained an ankle and bruised my leg on a bramble. And by the time we arrived at his home, it was night time. I could tell because I started hearing crickets, owls and weird fox noises. At this point, he stopped holding my hair, and my feet were killing me. We must have walked about a mile and a half, but I would never know where I was for sure.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me up two stairs, where my ankle twisted. I fell, but he grunted and simply lifted me by my waist, throwing me over his shoulder. I could hear him walking down a bunch of steps, and the air had gotten colder. I squeaked as my head hit something, and then he put me on the hard cement floor. I gasped and looked around frantically when I heard chains being pulled, even though I couldn't see anything.

"Wh-what do you want from me?" I finally managed to ask, my throat dry from thirst. I felt my ankles being separately bound by the chains, and then he untied the blindfold. I got to see him a little, in the dull basement light. His face was shadowed by his hood, under a yellow hoodie, and his blue jeans were stained with blood. His black boots were muddy, and I could glimpse a bit of brown hair under the hood. "Who are you?"

"Shut. Up," He growled. He started walking away, up the basement stairs, but I screamed. He covered his ears for a bit, but then I heard a gunshot. I gasped and looked at the wooden chest of drawers beside me. There was a bullet stuck in it. "No one will hear you, girl. And don't disturb my peace."

"Well why am I here?" I whimpered quietly.

He walked over to me, and tipped my chin up. I still couldn't see him, but I could see the faint almond shape of his eyes. "You'll find out soon enough." He shoved my face away and I curled up on the floor, listening to his boots go up the stairs.

What does he mean? Why did he take me? Am I supposed to be his slave? Is he going to sell me? I started crying, thinking about the terrible things that he would do to me. Eventually, I sat up and dried my eyes. I tried to assess my situation. I looked around the room, noticing that there were only a few pieces of furniture. Apart from the old sofa, chest of drawers and long table, there was nothing in the small room. At least there were no rats or bugs to make things worse for me.

Perhaps there were things I could use in the drawers? I quietly opened the drawers, but all I found was a rusty horseshoe and dust that made me sneeze repeatedly. I examined the cuffs around my ankles, and noticed that the chains connected to them were thick and strongly designed. I couldn't use the horseshoe to hit and break them. Sighing, I leaned back against the chest and closed my eyes.

I'm not sure when I fell asleep, but I know that I woke up hungry and thirsty. I didn't know what time it was, but it didn't matter. I wrapped up in my robe and stretched my legs, lying down on my back on the hard floor. I looked up at the ceiling, ignoring how bad I needed to use the bathroom. And as if things couldn't get more uncomfortable, I felt wetness between my legs. And no, not the good kind... the kind that meant cramps. "Oh no... no no no... not now..." I said out loud, trying not to move and make it worse.

I gasped and looked at the stairs as I saw my kidnapper come down. He had two silver guns in his pockets, and was wearing the same clothes as the day before, but cleaner. I sat up quickly and scrambled up against the wall. I looked at the man, red in the face but also terrified, wondering what he wanted from me.

"Get up."

"I..."

"Get. Up."

I bit my lip and slid myself along the wall while I rose upwards, keeping my legs closed. I hoped it wouldn't make a mess, and I hoped he'd at least let me clean up.

"I'm not here to rape you," he grunted.

I blushed harder. "No... um... huh?" Real smart answer.

"You're coming upstairs."

"No!" I blurted out, and he tilted his head, hands in his pockets. "I mean..."

He chuckled. "No?" He actually sounded amused.

I groaned. The cramps were kicking in. "I... I can't... walk... my ankle... sir."

He sighed and unlocked my feet. I didn't know how to ask him for the bathroom, but it seemed as if he realized what was wrong. Because he released me, and then said, "You can... use my bathroom."

I started to say thank you, but he pointed sharply in the direction of the stairs. I flinched and was about to run, but fell over my strained ankle. He caught me by my robe, growled and then lifted me like a doll, his arm wrapping around my boobs and holding me to his chest. When we got to the top of the stairs, I saw that we were in his living room. He pointed to the only other door in the wall of the wooden cabin. "Go."

Without hesitation, I went. I ran to his room and saw the open doorway to his bathroom. I took advantage of the small bathtub there after I'd cleaned up, and filled it with water. It was lukewarm somehow. I assumed that he had a water supply outside that was heated by the sun. Lying back and forgetting I was in a strange - criminal - man's home, I fell asleep.

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A/N: So, Hoodie decides not to be a total moron and he offers her his room to clean up. Read on to see what happens after he finds her asleep!