you're mine

Chapter 9

I pull up outside of Jerry's. He lives in a small apartment, alone.

Emily is still asleep in the back and she will be for a few hours which means I can go into Jerrys and leave her there. By the time I'm done, she will be just waking up.

I enter the apartment into the intercom and head up the main stairs. He lives in number 104 on the third floor. I go straight to that number as I know exactly where it is.

I used to come to Jerry for pirated movies since he done that too. He is amazing with computers and anything they don't teach you in school. He even found a hitman for his brothers wife once. She wanted her husband dead. Jerry was fine with it since his brother killed his goldfish when he was seven. Jerry was seven, not the goldfish. Though, I don't think the hitman ever went through with it.

"Luca, my man!" He pulls me into a hug as soon as he opens the door, a strong smell of weed leaving him. "Where you been?" He smiles.

"You know, home mainly. I haven't been around much lately."

"You still living with your dad?"

"Uhm, well actually I'm kind of on the run."

"Damn, Luca. What did you do?" He looks shocked but also proud.

"I took what was mine. People just don't fucking-"

"Hey. hey! We don't swear in this atmosphere and I would appreciate it if you would respect that."

"Yeah, of course. Sorry jerry."

"Its cool, dude. So tell me more about taking what's yours and being on the run." He sits down onto his sofa.

"Well, there's this girl. And you know me, Jez, I am not the type of guy who even thinks about girls. But when I saw her, she was so perfect. I just had to make her mine. Oh and I stabbed my dad. Also, just killed two people in a car park."

"Woah, my dude. That's hardcore! So like, where is the girl now?" He frowns, confused.

"Asleep in the back of my car out front."

"Oh, ok, ok. So what do you need from me? Because if you need to crash that's totally cool. And if asleep really means dead, I watched a serial killer documentary last night so I could like help you hide her body." He nods, sure of himself.

Jerry is a really good friend of mine. I don't have many friends but Jerry is always there for me. He knows all there is to know about me and has never judged me for any of it.

"No, she's very much alive. She tried to leave me so I drugged her. Yeah, crashing here for the night would be great if you're ok with that but I actually need passports for us both."

"Yeah I can do that. And you know you can make yourself at home anytime you need too. Did you give her what your dad used to give you?" He questions with sympathy in his tone.

"Yeah."

"Why don't you go get her and she can sleep on the couch whilst I work and you can help yourself to anything. There's left over mac n cheese from last night."

"Uh yeah, that's great. I'll go get her."

Emily

When I wake up, I am no longer in Luca's car. I am lying on an orange and brown sofa. I can hear voices in the distance. Luca is one of them but I don't recognise the other.

I go to stand up and feel a sharp pain in my leg. I shout in pain. When I look down, I see a dry blood covering my whole right leg and most of the left. A big cut covers me from my thigh to my ankle.

"Finally." A voice that I know well says.

looking up, I see Luca watching me.

"It's about time that you woke up. You've been out for four hours."

"Because you drugged me." I frown.

We both look at each other until interrupted by someone.

"Hello! I'm Jerry. You can call me jerry or Jez. Whatever is cool with you. Luca already told me you're Emily. This is my house you're in, by the way." Jerry rambles.

"Hi." I say quietly.

He seems nice. But since he is friends with a kidnapper, I do not trust him.

"Fancy some mac n cheese? there's plenty. You're not a vegan, right?"

"No, i am fine. Thank you. But water would be great." Its rude to keep your head down when talking but I do it anyways since I'm scared.

I try not to be, but I cant help it.

"Sleep well?" Luca asks me.

"Yes."

"Here you go, Chica." Jerry passes me a cup of water.

"Thank you, Jerry."

I sip my water in silence as jerry and Luca talk. I don't listen to their convocation.

"Is there a store near by?" Luca asks Jerry.

"Yeah, yeah. It's just near the park up the road. One straight line out of the street, you can't miss it.

"Ok, will you watch her whilst I'm gone?"

"Yeah, mate." He nods at him.

Not even a minute later, Luca leaves me and Jerry.

"So, how do you know Luca?" I ask.

"I helped him when he was a kid. Trouble with his dad."

"His dad?"

"Yeah, he beats him pretty bad."

"Why does he beat his dad?" My lips separate from one another, allowing me to gasp lightly, inaudible to jerry.

Jerry laughs in response. "He doesn't, his dad beats him. One night when he was thirteen, Luca went out to a concert, his dad found out and showed up outside. When the concert had finished, his dad almost beat him to death. He was in hospital for two weeks. I took him to hospital and stayed with him the whole time. He told the doctors he got in a fight with a drunk person and they just believed him. That's how I met him. His dad constantly beat him for small things. He didn't go a day without a bruise. And when his dad wasn't beating him it was because he had drugged him."

The story shocked me. I never really expected that but It isn't going to make me like him.

"That's awful but how can you forgive him for everything? For killing people?"

"Look, everyone has a different way of thinking. We are all our own person and I think everyone deserves to be loved. Luca doesn't have anyone else. I am not going to hate him because everyone else does, and i am not going to pretend i care that he killed people. I didn't know them. I get that you hate him, but hate him because he has taken you from your family, because he doesn't give you a choice on being with him. Don't hate him because everyone else does. Be your own person and maybe you'll see other peoples point of view. I can tell you're different to everyone who tries to clone themselves to fit in with society. Luca wouldn't have picked you if you were."

He's right. I don't care if he kills people. I am just scared incase he does it to me. If I knew him from the news and not because he kidnapped me, my opinion on him would be different. I wouldn't care that he killed them people or kidnapped a random girl. But it isn't a random girl, its me. And I will never forgive nor tolerate him.

"I guess so." I reply.

"Your hair is really pretty. I think I might grow mine out that length. Go Rapunzel style." He shakes his shoulder length.

"You'd suit it." I laugh.