My Psycho Kidnapper

Chapter 6

This made me really sad to think about, but at the some time furious with Mark for doing all this; causing all of this to happen in my life. He was walking around the room and I was sitting in the chair in silent, when the door busted oped and someone came in screaming.

"Mark what is going on here!?" He said, and from his voice I could tell it was Andrew who said it.

"Andrew none of this concerns you so just leave!" Mark said.

"It has everything to do with me if you're breaking the code. Did you kidnap this girl!?" Andrew asked with so much anger. Mark said no while I said yes at the same time, and we just glared at each other.

"So you did kidnap her! Why would you do that Mark!?"

"Because I am her father and she is my daughter, and I had a right to have her! That's why!" Mark replied.

"I can't believe this, your insane, and all of this makes me sick," Andrew said as though he had venom on his tongue, and he left the room in anger.

"Gentlemen please take Alexa back to her cell, I'm done talking to her," Mark said as men came in and grabbed my arms making me stand up. They lead me out of the room and I was soon brought back to my cell.

I sat on the ground thinking that I might never return home, why did I have to end up with the psycho father? I didn't know how much time passes but my eyes started closing so I let the darkness overtake me.

I got startled and woken up as I heard a tapping on the cell bars. I opened my eyes and saw someone standing on the other side of the bars.

"If your here to take me somewhere then go ahead, I don't care anymore." I said.

"The only place I'm taking you is out of this building and hurry up because we don't have much time," Andrew said.

"Why are you helping me?" I asked.

"Cause Mark is breaking the code. We are a business of stealing things, not people. I don't like this so I'm getting you out of here, now hurry up," he said as he opened my cell door. I stood up and walked over to him.

"Thanks, I'm Alexa," I said.

"No problem, I'm Andrew by the way," he said back with a big smile. Man is he an energetic person. We started walking out and he handed me a gun to which I took with no objection; I knew we were bound to run into people so I needed a weapon at hand.

"So how did you wound up in here?" I asked.

"Well my parents died when I was young, so I ran away and Mark found me and kinda took me in. He then trained me to fight and it's been history since. Though I'm not really a fighter, if it comes down to it though, I will fight."

"You shouldn't have let those guys talk to you like that," I said remembering when we first had our encounter, "if I was you, I would have kicked their butts," I said earring a laugh from him.

"I don't let it bother me really. I guess you could say I'm more of a lover than a fighter." He said and I just nodded my head. We were totally different; he was a lover while I was a fighter. He lets people push him around, while I stand up for myself; and to think I kind of like this guy.