Being His Mate (Luke Hemmings)

Chapter 6

Alex POV

I
am
bored.

Seriously, I have been stuck here for who knows how long, I don't know if my sister is alright, and I haven't slept. Which is bad cconsidering I have school.

School!

Holy crap. How can I forget about school? I have assignments that are due and I have to do good because of my GPA for freaking college. Oh no. If I don't get out then I won't be able to get a scholarship and I won't be able to get into a good college and then I will be homeless and jobless and my parents will disown me.

Will they disown me? Hmmm, hopefully not. BUT STILL.

Wait. Ha who am I kidding. I barely keep up with my homework sooo...... But I guess I care about getting into a college. Cuz' college=freedom of parents. Good for me.

Speaking of parents, I bet my mom must be freaking out right now and my dad is trying to calm her down. I mean, we were suppose to be home about a long time ago. I hope she doesn't call the police. My mom can be a bit over-dramatic. I guess that's why dads there, to keep her out of trouble. Psh, couples.

Which reminds me, what happens if I die? Or I won't be able to ever see them again? I should probably leave them something.

I put my wrist against my mouth and pretend to make small electric cackling sounds.

"CKKCKK! CKKK! Alex Jones here. I don't know if I will be able to come out of this alive......" I look around the room. "Should I live, I will forever be grateful but should I die well mom and dad if you're seeing this just remember....... to not go into my room because its a mess. OH! And I love y'all.

"Sis. Ah, little Christy. I don't know what to say other than to take care of yourself and to be awesome.......AND TO NOT GET MY CLOTHES. JUST CUZ IM DEAD DOESNT MEAN THAT I CANT HAUNT U" I yell.

A small chuckle is heard throughout the room. I lift my head and see a man. An attractive one might I add.

Cheese. How many gorgeous gods are in this buisiness?

I recognize him from the band. He has blonde short hair with a black streak running through the middle. It looks almost like a skunk but I have to say, it suits him well.

"What are you doing?" He asks with a slight smirk.

"Oh-um me? Well you know, normal........ stuff." I say. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh me?" He ask pointing to himself. "I'm just watching over you. You know normal life things"

Did he just use my words? That little-

"I wouldn't call kidnapping and being a stalker normal."

"Well true but its part of my normal routine now." He says matter of factly.

I give a small snort at his response. How can he ever say that this will be a routine. A ROUTINE.

"What do you mean that its a routine? I have to leave at some point!?! You can't just keep me here forever?!" I yell.

"You don't have a choice. You have to stay here." He says while making his way to the couch.

The couch gives a small squeak as he sits down. I don't bother looking at him. I just stare at the wall in front of me.

How can he say something like that! I have a choice to leave or to stay and they gave me no choice this is like taking away my freedom. This ain't right.

" So are you gonna to ignore me or....?" Michael asks.

"Yes"

"Yes what?"