Kidnapped™

Chapter 7

Jasmine

Two days passed and I haven't spoken to Jacob, I didn't even want to see him. The fact that he hurt me and didn't even apologize was what was bothering me. He was so f*cking bipolar and I wondered if he had any medication for it cause if not he needed some, bad. Currently, I was in my room just staring at a wall. Nothing to do, nothing to say because besides Jacob, there was no one else to talk to in this huge house and I think that's part of the reason why Jacob is how he is. I wonder if his aunt knew that he had anger issues but I guess not cause he didn't show them when he was around her.

I continued to look at the wall when I heard the door knob shake and the door was opening. Jacob came walking in slowly and I sat up uncomfortable with him staring at me. He closed the door and my heart began racing meaning I was scared. I didn't want the door to close, it would mean I would have a hard time getting out if he tried anything. He stood there still staring at me. He then started walking towards me and I got out of bed hoping to get past him and out of this room. He grabbed me by the same hand he did last time, which was covered by my hoodie sleeve, pulling me back.

"Ouch!" I screamed in agony. He let go of my hand in realization of my still bruised hand. Even though it was some days ago it still hurt which would tell you how hard he squeezed my arm.

"..sorry" he murmured lowering his head but I heard it and it took me by surprise but I didn't show it. I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen and into the fridge. I was getting fed up of eating junk food so I decided I would make lunch. I found some cheese, flour, milk and butter, basic stuff, and a pack of pasta. After the water, that I put on the stove, started boiling I put the pasta in. I started making the cheese sauce when Jacob came downstairs watching in awe. I didn't want to see him once again. He took a seat at the counter still looking at me but I paid it no mind. After 6 minutes it was done and I took out two bowls. Even though I was angry with Jacob I was still a nice person. There was silence as I put his bowl in front of him and I took a seat opposite him.

I said grace before eating and when I looked up he was just watching me as if in amazement. I continued eating not caring what he was thinking in his head. Eventually he began eating and I watched him and his face read that he liked the food very much. He began eating faster as if he had never eaten for the day. He finished eating in no time drinking down his glass of fruit punch. Putting his dishes, in the dishwasher, he closed it walking upstairs.

I finished eating also putting my dishes in the dishwasher. I turned the television on deciding to watch 'Criminal Minds'. Some of the episodes were intriguing and made me wonder, Why hasn't Jacob killed me or used me for anything yet? That question brings me back to some nights ago when he had no legit reason for why he was keeping me here and it still bothered me. It's not like my life was any better out there but I just needed a reason and if he would let me talk to my brother, then I would have no problem staying here, maybe.

As I sat silently on the couch, there was the sudden noise of a doorbell ringing. I got up not knowing whether or not to answer it but went ahead looking through the peep hole. I discovered a man with dreads reaching his shoulders, a lip and eyebrow piercing, tattoos and he was definitely attractive. Without thinking I opened the door and he looked at me raising his eyebrows as if in shock.

"Well, I think I have the wrong address" he said still in shock. "I was looking for a Jacob Latimore"

"Then you came to the right house" I heard a voice behind me say. He then walked up to where I was and both boys embraced each other in a brotherly hug.

"Man I haven't seen you in a long time and I see you got a girl too. I was shocked when I saw her, thought I had the wrong house and sh*t" Jacob's friend blurted. Once again someone thought I was his girlfriend and Jacob didn't seem bothered but I did. I didn't like him and I don't think I ever will.