I fell in love with my kidnapper <3 [Under Extreme Editing]

Crazy idiot

About a week passed of this same routine and my father STILL hasn't paid the ransom. I missed like three tests. I've started to wonder if my father will ever pay up. What happens if he doesn't.

It was a Saturday and Jason had gotten home from work early and then he took his computer back which sucked. "hey my dad only has two weeks left what happens if he doesn't pay up." I asked him. "uhhh I don't know I thought he was going to pay the ransom as soon as he knew you were missing." he said. I burst into laughter. "sorry its just funny to think my father would do anything to save me." I said "sooo why do you want him to give it to the hospital. You have to have some sort of reason." I continued. "its a long story and I don't feel like sharing it." He sighed. "I have a lot of time literally I cant do anything else. Come on tell me." I pestered. "no" He argued. "please tell me." "no" "PLEASE" "NO" "uggggggggg fine..... Please." I asked once again. "Do you ever shut up princess." He Sighed. "No" I shook my head.

"It's my mom she's in the hospital" He uttered. "Oh I'm sorry to hear that what does she have." I asked sympathetically. "She has stage AI she has a fourteen percent chance of survival as is but the hospital said that if we don't start paying them then she will no longer get any medical help from them." He explained. I gave him a sad look ad felt bad about complaining about my life when his mom is dieing. "what's your mom like." I asked quietly. "She is one of the nicest people you would ever meet. She puts others needs before hers. She worked three jobs while my no good father sat on his lazy ass and bitched and complained about her. When she got cancer he left us and never came back. My mother just blamed herself for him leaving and apologizes to me all the time. I don't understand how she could think that, that dead beat was anything but an asshole." He ranted.

We sat in award silents for a while till I stood up and said "well we should try and message my dad again. Do you have a knife I could barrow." I asked. "Why the hell do you need a knife." He asked. "Well it has to be realistic if I go on and I am not beaten and cut he wont take you seriously and then we wont get anywhere." I explained. "Your not knifing yourself." He argued. "do you want to save your mom." I asked. "well yeah but..." he started. "but nothing give me an fing knife." I demanded. He made no actions of moving so I made aloud huffing noise and walked out in the kitchen and pulled out one of the knifes and moved to the bathroom. Jason followed me trying to take the knife away but I quickly closed and locked the door. I made an incision on my right cheek and I cut my arm a little. I cut my lip so it looked like I had punched. Then I didn't really want to give myself a black eye so I borrowed a bit of makeup I had found in the bottom cabinet.

When I came out I looked like I had been beaten brutally. "WHAT THE HELL." Jason yelled. "Oh clam down the eye is just makeup and the cuts are barely anything." I lied. They actually hurt like a mother... He had a I'm pissed but thanks for caring look on his face. He got the broadcast ready and tied me up I a way I could escape if he refused to untie me again. Just before he started the feed I told him to hold the knife to my throat. At first her refused but I managed to convinces him. We worked out a plan of what to say to get my dad to look bad so he would have to pay the ransom.

"Daddy please help my he's going to kill me." I said turning on the water works. Then Jason went on moving the knife up higher making me bleed a little but he didn't realize he was doing it. It added to the effect perfectly though. "If you don't want your daughter to end up dead then you will pay up or I will gut her like a fish." He said in his automatic voice. Then the line went dead.

He moved the knife from my neck and untied me. "You are seriously crazy. What the hell. You also have a sick mind. How do you think of this shit." He rambled. "Well I am crazy, and if you mean the gutting like a fish thing then that's nothing you should see the ways I have to kill my ex-boyfriend. After every forced date I would come up with a new way to murder him. Its how I cope." I replied nonchalantly. "okay then...." he muttered trailing off. "I'm going to clean myself up." I said walking to the bathroom. I cleaned up my eye and whipped my cuts the blood kept coming back. "That's just great." I huffed. "what Jason said standing in the door way. His sudden appearance frightened me.

"Oh nothing these just wont stop bleeding. He looked at my cuts noticing the one on my neck. "Did you do that I didn't notice it before. Wait did I do that." He asked. "Ummm well kind of." I stuttered. "What I told you I didn't want to do this what if it had cut an artery." He rambled. "It didn't see I'm fine." I said holding my hands up in the air. He walked away for a while and I went into 'my' room. I sat on the bed in the corner and thought about life.

Lost in thought I didn't notice Jason coming in the room. "hey come her." He said "I crawled over to where he was and sat in front of him like I was instructed. He opened the first aid kit he had with him and pulled out a couple band-adds and antibacterial cream. He put some of the cream on his finger and rubbed it into the cut on my cheek. I cringed at the pain and he apologized. I could feel the heat rising off my cheeks as he tended to my wounds. At the end of this I had a gozz on my neck a band-add on my cheek and arm and a crush.