Kidnapped Hearts | ✓

Chapter 1

"Emily come back!!!!" I heard Sasha calling me.

I can't face this, not right now. I'm destroyed, I thought she was my friend, I thought she loved me... she was just acting.

Why am I surprised yet???

She's not the first one who hurted me behind my back. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry!!!!

"Ouchhh!!!!" - I say

"Keep your eyes...!!!" - a boy, a young boy around my age says then he continues talking "wait are you...crying?"

"You don't even know me!!! Move!!!" I am praying not to cry when he is looking me.

"Stop yelling at me I am trying to help you." He says

"I don't want your help." I said . I am afraid now, what if he is just a bad boy??? I should go, but he doesn't move. Shit, my mother will kill me if I go late at home.

" Hellooo " he waves his hand.

"What?"

"I was asking if you are okay, but you are dreaming with your eyes open" - he laughs. God, I think I hate this boy even though I don't know him , he is so damn annoying.

"Emilyy" I heard Sasha calling again.

Oh no, I should go

"Please just let me go, please!!!" I beg him.

"What are you afraid of?" He asked.

"Emi..." Sasha is here "wow, your boyfriend? HAHAHA I can't believe. Does your mom know that?" My head is exploding.

"What? No, she is not my girlfriend, I don't even know her" he goes away, thankfully .

"Okay, okay I see, anyway Emily I am so sorry I..." I interrupt her.

"You what? This was your plan right? Using me for taking good grades? Destroying me?" I start crying, he is seeing. I can feel his eyes on me. I don't know him, but he just....I cannot explain.

She comes closer.

"Don't!!!!" He says. My heart is beating faster. He is in front of me. Why? Why do I feel like this?

"You don't know me so let me talk with her. I'm her best friend. " she says. I am still crying.

"She don't want to , so go away or I'll make you."

"Okay, okay. That doesn't end here Emily." She says , but it looks like she is threatning me. He turns back.

...

"Don't worry, I'm here..." he says and hugs me. What? I feel the comfort in him, I feel sure, strong.

"I..." why doesn't my mouth talk when I need it?

"You...?" shit , he is making this harder

"I'm sorry for making you part of...this..." I feel like an idiot, or maybe I am.

"It's okay. Who is she?"

" who are you at first?" My mouth talks.