A Letter To My Love: A Stolen Novel

Chapter 2

You looked out of it at the time I took you away. You may not remember much, but it will all be worth it when we leave this hell. "How are you feeling?" I asked to see how far along you were with the drugs. All that came out was a jumble of sounds, not even considered words at this point. That was when I grabbed you, and I saved you. That was when you knocked into my coffee cup and spilled it all over your legs. It was a sticky, hot mess, and if you weren't so out of it, you would've screamed out in pain. Your shorts were sticky as well with coffee, and it even smelled like the blend hazelnut.

My fear started kicking into high gear again, and I forced you to walk faster than your wobbly knees were capable. We are so close, so close. Nothing can stop me now. Nothing can stop us now. We walked hand in hand to the sidewalk, and I carefully thought out the rest of the plan in my head. I kept whispering sweet nothings in your ear if you even heard them due to your lack of brain function at the airport. The only clue I received was your radiant smile. Your smile is as bright as the sun. If possible, it was brighter. I dragged you outside, and we walked on the sidewalk together hand in hand. Well, I didn't really drag you, more of walked beside you holding your hand. You were very willing at the time.

I pulled you close to me when we left the trash to make sure that I wouldn't lose you. I couldn't risk losing you. I kept whispering to you that you were safe and that no one would take you away from me. You nodded as if some part of your brain understood what opportunity I was giving you. The opportunity to feel happy with me. To feel happy for once in your whole damn life. You reached out to touch my face, and I placed your hand in mine to let you feel my warmth and my safe hands.

I told you to put on the clothes, the wig, and the glasses to help you look well, not like you. You got undressed, and I looked away, but a part of me, okay, all of me wanted to watch you like I have a million times. When you finished putting the clothes on, I faced you again, and you looked so different compared to your usual jeans and a t-shirt. Honestly, I like you better in jeans and a t-shirt. They're so you. I took the bag back from you and took off my t-shirt to replace it with a long-sleeved plaid one. You touched my back and didn't shy away from me. You wanted me too, I could tell. You didn't realize it at the time. I put the wig on your head and the glasses to make the disguise complete.

I threw the passport/ identity out for good, and you kissed goodbye to your awful life back with your mum and dad to be stuck in a completely safe life with me. Only me. You smiled as if you somehow knew that this was making it official. You were mine. All mine and nothing could ever take you away from me. We were almost out, Gemma. I pulled out some of the chocolates from my pocket that I knew you loved and fed you a couple even though they were melty from resting in my pants pocket, but you didn't mind. It did make it easier for you to chew them, though. They definitely weren't a choking hazard for you. They were raspberry-filled chocolates, and you devoured them. Half of the bags of chocolates were gone by the time we reached the ticket booth.

You looked panicked once I let you walk a bit on your own, so I decided to put my arm around you to calm you down, and it worked. You settled into me just by my touch. I handed the nice smiling lady in the red suit two tickets and two passports. Her gaze landed on you, and I butted in by saying, "Too much to drink; we're celebrating." The woman nodded but didn't ask any questions and let us through. We were out. We were free. Almost.

I fed you another chocolate as we boarded the plane, and I set you down in the seat next to me. You let go of my hand. For a second, I thought the drugs were wearing off just as soon as you came, but you grabbed my hand hesitantly after five seconds. Five seconds too long without your gentle touch. "We're almost to paradise," I whispered in your ear, but you looked dazed and leaned into me. You were so cold, and I was so warm compared to your cold hands. Pretty soon, you'll be warm all the time except for nightfall, but we'll have fires and lots of blankets to get cozy with. You nuzzled your head on my shoulder, and I wrapped my arm around you as the plane took off to paradise. Our paradise.

When we reached paradise, I took you into a toilet stall because you haven't gone to the bathroom in over five hours, maybe even more. And after you went to the bathroom, we were walking through the airport again. A different airport. A safer airport. The smells were just as amazing as I can remember, and I hurried you along through the doors to be greeted with nightfall. Beautiful and yet mysterious, just like the outback. It wasn't cold for some odd reason, though. Maybe you melted this place as you melted me the first time I met you. You melted me like I was an ice cube. You change people and places for the better, Gem. You just never realized it before. That was when you started fighting me. You hit me in the chest, and I knew that you were you again. With a sigh, I took a rag from my truck and held it out to you. You tried to scream, but it was too late. I put the rag over your mouth, and you slumped into me. "Don't you ever try to leave me?" I whispered. "You're mine now. You're here with me. You're safe." I put you in the back of the truck, and I drove to paradise—our new home.