Because Of Her.

42 | Step away from her.

E V A N N A

My head starts to spin, the more I am in this upside down situation. I repeatedly punch on the broad back of my kidnapper but he is adamant on taking me out from this happy place. I shout for Jake but he just turned his face as if he doesn't know me.

Fear starts build up in my body as we go away from the place where I know people and this man is taking me to place where I will not know anyone. Out of fear I start to kick him while simultaneously punch his back. I hear a groan and feel his hand on my legs to prevent my kicks.

"Put me down!" I shout and the cool air hits my face. It attacks me with so much force telling me how much inescapable sweating and perspiration was inside.

"Hey, you asshole! I will start to shout if you don't put me down." I threaten and it works when he lands me on my feet safely. I stagger at first but a hand on my forearms makes me steady.

I cough as my throat seems dry and I look around my surrounding. There are hardly any people and I maintain a distance from my kidnapper whose seems twice my size.

"Stay away from me okay. Don't you dare come close to me." I try to sound strong but inside I am shivering. His previously disgusting words echo in my head and I bring my hands against my body. I step more back and my feet catch on something making me trip. Unknown hand touches me and I whimper.

"I don't want you please leave me." I beg keeping my head down. My blurry eyes catch a familiar tattoo. My favorite tattoo. I frown and examine it closely until a very angry voice shouts above me.

"What the fuck were you doing there!" The familiarity behind that voice make me look up and my eyes squint.

Right in front of me stands Liam not the man who was after me but Liam. What is he doing here? Is he Liam? Then who was that guy in the club...wait was he Liam all along? What is Liam doing here?

I think I have asked myself that but still I blink several times to see the face. There's a high chance I could be imagining him because he was all my brain was thinking about from past two days. Hell even in the club, he was occupying my mind.

"Stop fucking staring like a dog and answer me." He snaps and I break out from my trance. I narrow my eyes at him and instead of walking backward. I step towards him and shakily extend my index finger to poke him.

My finger gets hurt by the force of his pectoral muscles and I gasp.

"You're real?" I cover my mouth and stagger backwards.

"No I am your hallucination baby." He sarcastically says before barking angrily.

"Of course I'm fucking real you idiot. You have any idea how much troubled you have caused me? I came to find you after that fucking stupid phone call of yours and what did I see...you having the time of your life. Fuck."

He aimlessly kicks a pebble on street and runs his hand through his hairs.

"I thought... dammit." He breathes heavily controlling his anger but the more I see him more I feel like he is anything but angry. He bites his knuckles to prevent himself from saying anything.

Suddenly he pulls me towards him and I stand akimbo as his arms go around my body. My ear is right near his heart and I can hear the rapid beating. I gulp when I smell the familiar scent, my favorite scent which I inhale lung full after the cheap smell of club.

"I was so fucking worried. I-I thought something happened to you. Your voice sound so unclear. I couldn't even understand if you're in pain or not. It was terrifying till I got here and see you alright." He murmurs, his arms holding me in a tight grip.