Never Give Up

Chapter Two

I finally decide to take my shirt off. After having thrown up again in the Bush outside Blake's van. I feel so sick. I guess being kidnapped will do that to you. I hand it to him seeing that he ogling my bare form and looking at me with both hands raised as if he is itching to touch me. He take the shirt and lress his face into it. I gag again. What is wrong with him?

"How can you bring that disgusting ruined cloth closer to your face?" I ask him when I straighten. I pull my Jean's up as high as they can go on my sides shimmying because they've dropped so low in the adventure of the day.

Blake shoots me a grin. Before revealing, "Being more animalistic than you means you have a lot to learn about me. I guess it's true half the time, dogs really do like gross things. Because this shirt-" he says holding it in his left hand and waving it in the air for his argument.

"Is the best smelling shirt I've ever smelled." He finishes his extremely weird sentence with a smile. I grimace at him. Now that I've moved past the van I see a wooden stained path wrapping around the glass cabin, it is red wood and beautifully finsihed. It's so glossy it reflects the light of the path beside it and my converse feel slick on it.

"Honey, be careful. I know how easy it is for you to slip." He says, and it's like he's known me forever. He is smiling softly when I turn to look at him. The question must be clear on my face.

"You know I watched you for a month after seeing you for the first time at that chicken place. Why do you still look like you don't understand." He says this while he invades my space. He comes to stand so close to me, that I can now feel his hot breathe fan across the top of mg head. How is he so tall? I look up at him. He brushes a strand of hair from my face and brings his hand to cup my left cheek with his right hand.

"Yvonne. I love you. I have since I saw you say. "I'm licking up an Uber order for Dianne." He says this earnestly and I can't help but flinch as I look away from his face.

It's wrong for him to think he loves me. You cannot love that which you do not know. There is so much he does not know about me. About the horrific thoughts that poison my mind and have since I was fourteen. He doesn't understand how distracted I can get. How depressed. How cruel I can be. He can't love me, because love is caring about someone even when you know their faults and he certainly doesn't know mine.

And I don't want him to. I just want to go back to my life. I want to forget about this handsome kidnapper and go back to my family and job. I bet my cat misses me so much already. I bet he's wondering when I'll be home. And I know my mom is freaking out and texting and calling me like crazy.

Living at home at 21 was my only option, I was too broke to get an apartment by myself.

He sees this flinch and my attempt to get away from him and for some reason this time he let's me put space between us extremely easily.

"Yvonne, I know more about you than you may think. You don't need to fear my judgment. I understand you." He says this and I free. Can this motherfucker truly read my thoughts.

Oh god, if he can read my thoughts, than he needs to tell me. Blake if you can hear me day red beret right now.

I just stare at him.  "What?" He says his face surprised at my aggresive look.

I don't let up. I just give him another glare. "Yvie, what is it?" He asks this time reaching his left hand for my right elbow. I step away from him but my foot doesn't land on dirt it hangs and I look to see myself dangling over a ditch. Wait dangling? I look and see that Blake has caught me his left hand on my right and his right arm around my waist. He rights me. And once he does I take a deep breathe and step up the first step of the red wood stairs. Bjt just like that my stomach lurches like I'm on a roller coaster. He has picked me up!? He had his left arm under both my knees and his right arm under my shoulders. He is taking the steps three at a time at an insane speed, and nausea hits me again. But then he's stopped. We're at the top of the stairs.

"BLAKE!" I screech. He laughs the motion of it shakes my whole body.

"You were tired and don't human men do this when they bring their woman home?" He says casually as he opens the door still carrying me in.

"I like walking. I am not a child or an infant. Do not pick me up again! Now put me down." I say it as harshly as possible and something about my own tone surprises me there is a hard edge and rasp to it I've never heard before. At first Blake's hold immediately loosens, bu then, it tightens and his hold on my knees and should kind of hurts.

"Your Luna tone doesn't work with your Alpha baby, but nice try." Blake sa yuh s and it's like he's proud of me.

Instead of responding I clise my eyes and rest my hand in his left shoulder. It's been a long day and trying to tell him no somehow seemed like a lot of work it was draining.

"Good girl. Go to sleep. I'll b right here for you. The whole time." His voice is nice I don't try to fight him. I fall asleep on his shoulder as he Carrie's me up another set of stairs inside the home. Right before everything is lost on me, I feel my entire body hit a soft surface. Oh good, a bed, I think. And my eyes close.