Stolen Love

CHAPTER SIX:

My friends and family.

Noah knew where he could strike to do the most damage to me. He knew what would actually hurt me, not physically, but mentally. I could not take the threat of my friends and family being put in danger because of him.

My blood ran cold and my body shivered at his words. All the air had left my lungs, leaving me with my mouth gaping wide. The shock was evidently written all over my face, even if I was trying to hide it.

He was utterly insane.

My eyes stayed entranced with his own. His smirk widened at my realization that he was not bluffing. If he wanted to hurt the people I cared about, he would do it. I would never be able to live with myself if that were the case.

"Don't talk about them." I half-whispered back at him. My fight was almost completely drained now and his was only just beginning. "Don't even think about them." I said, this time with more power in my voice.

Noah's cruel smirk only widened as he figured out the one thing that he could use against me.

"Then don't disobey me." He responded casually, his dark hair falling down in front of his eyes.

I opened my mouth but closed it quickly. The air had suddenly felt like it had gotten thicker and it was getting much harder to breathe. The walls around me felt like they were caving in and I knew I was going to start crying any minute.

"We are going to have a great life together, sweetheart." Noah stepped forward and embraced me in a hug. My body went rigid and I was too focused on calming my thoughts and not having a panic attack to even care right now. His arms wrapped around my lower back and pressed my face into his strong chest. "We will be a happy couple, get married, and have beautiful children." I sucked in sharply at his words which seemingly snapped me out of my trance.

I felt tears well up in my eyes and start to spill over. The salty liquid poured down my cheeks and wetted Noah's blue t-shirt. I could not control the sobbing now. They were taking over my body and making me shake against my captor.

I was not even twenty years old yet. I have never had a boyfriend or even my first kiss. I was not ready to get married or even want to. Especially not with this man.

My brain drifted off to Danielle and Jacob once again, my two best friends. And then to James. I had met James in my first year of high school. He was kind and sweet, and very good looking. We had a few classes together and graduated in the same year.

Now we occasionally spoke in between classes in university, but we had not spent much time together. I wish I had gotten the chance to at least hang out with him once. Danielle was always pushing me to go out with him, but I was hesitant. I had never been super close with any guys except for Jacob, but he was like a brother.

Now I would probably never get the chance again.

I sobbed harder into Noah's chest seeking some form of comfort, even if it was from him. In this moment I did not care.

"I know sweetheart," Noah cooed. "I'm just as excited as you are." His hand patted against my lower back, attempting to comfort me. I tensed immediately but did not fight.

This man really was sick. He thought my crying was out of happiness, little did he know that he had completely ruined my life within a few hours.

I could not even think of anything to say to this man in response. It felt like all of the words and thoughts I once had were suddenly ripped away from my brain. I could not even begin to think of what he would do to my family, or what he was even capable of.