My Kidnappers are One direction: DISCONTINUED

chapter 8 Shadow Tyrant

BOOOOOOOOO. I don't wannna woooooorrrrrk.  T~T   Please have mercy upon me my little dumplings. I don't have the guts to star- AHHH what the heck its been awhile since I have written so HERE we go my little dumplings :}

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{Michael POV}

"Michael come here Michael", my mother yelled. We had just left the Saudi Arabian Parliament. House. We were driving in the car. I climbed into her lap and pulled my arms around her, lightly kissing her right cheek. "OH Michael. Why thank-you.", she said smiling her blonde hair caressing my face as she kissed me back. Her smile then vanished. "Michael I know you are only six and you might not understand this now, but I want you to do something for me. When you are older I want you to find a girl who likes you for you and not for your money.", She said looking at me seriously. I looked back at her confused.

"Why would I do something like that. I could have any girl I want when they know I have money.", I said, nit understanding why my mother would want me to hide my wealth from a woman. "We are the t5 most wealthiest people in the world Michael. And because we are rich, Ladies will want to take your money, not your heart. DO you understand?", she said.  " Why would I want some one to take my heart. I do not want to die. What if they eat it and then what? I will be a heartless and cruel person.", I finish huffing. My mother and the driver burst into laughter. I do not see what is so funny. Do they really want that for me to be like that. "Ah, maybe it was to soon.", she said looking out the window.

"I love you mother" And I love you t-", the car roughly swerved from the impact of another car. I screamed as my mother fell forward covering me

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I shot up shakily. I looked around expecting to see the wretched hospital room. Instead I am in a large bed with purple covers on it. I felt the warmth of another body and looked down. There next to me lay my perfect little angel, sleeping. I looked at the clock. It read 11:17. I slowly settled back into the covers, kissing Claire on the head. It was just a dream. Just a dream Michael. I assured myself.

Suddenly two small arms enclose around me and I look up. I say the worried eyes of Claire. "I felt you get up. Was it another nightmare she said rubbing my back soothingly. I shake my head and bury it her hair as I hug her tightly. A single betraying tear escapes my eyes. " Come on we  be go to magical kitchen for The goddess' children... OREOS", she says as she drags my groggy figure out of the bed. Sh pulls me down the stair and into the kitchen.

{Claire POV}

I do not ask about his dream. I already know what it was about. It is about how his mom were riding in a car and talking when there was a car accident. I know he is leaving me in the dark about another part, but its OK. If he doesn't want to talk about, its fine. I also know that there is a large part of Michael's, life that he is hiding from me. I don't know how large that part is, but I will be there when he finally decides to tell me.

I  grab both of Michael's hands and tug at them. He looks at me curiously and shrugs. He allows me to lead him downstairs. I smiled as i led him to a bar stool and sat him down. He gave me a ghost of a smile back at me. "Sit I, sir chef of wonderlot, shall make you a delectable", I said earning a small chuckle from Michael. "Would you not be a Lady.", he responded. I scoffed at him. "Yea like that is ever gonna happen", I said. I frown when I realize that us exactly what my parents expected of me. "Shhh, I was only joking.. Sorry", he said already knowing what i was thinking. I smile and get to work on my master piece. I pulled out a wok and Michael became scarred. "Don't worry I am not gonna use it on the stove.", i said looking at him with a grin.