Voluntarily Kidnapped

Chapter 1: Intruder

I slid on some socks and converses when I heard a sharp click behind me. I turned around and saw a tall masked man pointing his gun at me. I looked slightly behind him to notice my window ajar.

What the hell. How'd he get into a window three stories up?

"My parents keep a credit card in the drawer at the bottom of the stairs," I said calmly, then I looked back at my shoes and continued to tie them. I looked back at him and he hadn't moved. He stood really still, so when he spoke I jumped in surprise. "I'm not here for money, princess. You're coming with me."

I nearly ran to my closet, but decided to do a jog instead because the guy still had a gun. I then grabbed my backpack and started throwing tee-shirts, pants, sweaters, shoes, and basically anything that would fit into the bag. I started humming as I picked up my hairbrush and tossed it over my shoulder and onto my bed. I turned to find my very shocked kidnapper staring in disbelief.

What are you doing?" he questioned, lowering his gun slightly.

"Packing," I respond almost instantly as I turned to grab more stuff. "Because whoever you are, you're better than my parents. Wherever you're taking me is better than this gilded prison. And even if I only have the chance to be outside while you're dragging me out this door, it'll be better than watching the outside from my window everyday." I sigh and look at him again. "Even if it's for a short while, I want a taste of freedom."

I grab my toothbrush and deodorant, I zip up my backpack already full of clothes and necessities. "Let's go," I say as I punch in a passcode to the shut down the security system.

I glance at him again before heading towards the window. "I hope you didn't use a ladder because the gardeners would have seen it and called my body guards already..." I trailed off as I look down. There wasn't anything there. "What'd you do?! Scale the building?!"

He smiled putting his gun away. Well at least I think he smiled. "Nope."

He whistled very loudly and a rope came down from the roof. I looked up to see a helicopter hovering at least twenty feet above us. "Nope! Nope, nope, nope, nope, and nope," I said backing away from the window. "I don't do heights."

"You don't do anything apparently," he responded as he grabbed the rope. All I could do was open and close my mouth while I tried to come up with a come back. Nothing.

"Are you going to sit there and blob your mouth like a fish, while we waste precious time or are you going to grab on," he said looking slightly annoyed.

I blinked for a moment. "Okay." He took my bag and tied it to a separate rope. I watched it going up, but suddenly felt a tug on my waist as my kidnapper tied on our own ropes. After the finished knot, he let go and let another whistle ring out. We started moving up, but then we also started swinging! I gasped as I felt the rope loosening and I grasped onto the man when I saw the ground. He chuckled when my breathing got faster.

Before I knew it, we were in the helicopter safe and sound. I was about to let go of the man when the helicopter jerked to the right and I lost my footing. Me and the man fell to the ground of the helicopter. I tried to get up, but my shirt got stuck to something on the floor and I fell back on top of the guy. He groaned and in frustration tried to push me off. All I could hear was a ripping sound as I fell onto my butt.

He removed his mask with one hand and I couldn't help but stare. He was not as old as I thought he was. He definitely was not old! He looked maybe a few years older than me with jet black hair and a hard jawline. He was hot! I was suddenly aware of the fact that my shirt was torn and distracted myself with the task of finding a new one.

When I finally found one underneath all my other clothes, I looked at him. He's just sitting there with closed eyes and he's breathing hard. While I'm still studying him, he opens his eyes and stares at me sharply as if complaining. "Do you have a center of balance?"

I suddenly get enraged at him. " Do you have a sense of decency?" He just looks at me dumbfounded. "Turn around!" I yell. He obeys, silently mumbling something I can't make out. I check he's not looking one more time before slipping off my torn shirt and sliding on my new one. It's definitely not my favorite shirt, but it'll have to do for now.

"Can I look?" a rather annoyed voice asks. "Fine." I say back.

I wrap up my old shirt and am about to throw it out when I notice blood on it. I look around my stomach for the source. When I spot it, I'm shocked. It was deep, but it wasn't bleeding too much. As if on cue, it started oozing red. "Do you have a first aid kit in here?"

He looks at my cut and his eyes go wide. "Shit." He stands up and grabs a small box from above his head. He looks like he's going to hand it to me, but instead sits next to me and pours alcohol on my gash. "OW!" I scream. "You know, how about I go pour alcohol on the next gash you get!"

He just glares at me as he dabs the wound with a clean towel. "You're going to need stitch-" He stops mid-sentence when he sees me tense up. "What now?"

"I've never had stiches before," I said. "In fact, I've never really gotten hurt before." I look at the blood again, my stomach drops this time. "I'm going to be sick." The words registered in his mind just in time for him to grab a plastic bag from behind him and stove it in my face. My insides were tossed up my throat in a matter of seconds. I hate the feeling of barfing, but I hate the smell even more, so naturally I pushed the bag as far away from me as possible when I stopped. I was so tired, but my mouth tasted disgusting. I started to lift my head up, but the guy stopped me. "I'll get it," he said. He tugged my backpack over and pulled out my toothbrush along with some minty toothpaste.

After I've brushed my teeth, I curl up on the man's lap. He looks really surprised, but I don't care. I close my eyes and he finally relaxes. "What's your name?" I ask. He looks down at me before ignoring me and mumbling something into a headset. I didn't even realize he had a mic on his collar, but then again he's wearing a black suit. It'd blend in. He stops mumbling and says "Lucas."

"What?" I raise my eyebrow. He looks at me and smiles a little. "My name is Lucas."

"Nice to meet you Lucas. I'm Juno Griffith," I say as I raise my hand for him to shake. He smiles a little more and my heart almost melts. "I know." I yawn and curl up closer to him, this time he doesn't tense up. I close my eyes and let the darkness take over me.

I wake up to Lucas shaking me lightly. "We have to board a plane," he says softly. I yawn as I sit up. "Where are we going?"

"Italy."

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Hey so thanks for reading the first chapter of my book. This is my first book, so if you could, please comment below so I can decide if it'll be good enough to continue. And please don't say no because you want to steal my idea. THIS BOOK IS COPY RIGHTED!! Thanks and please give me feedback!

Julian <3