When I Fall For My Kidnapper

Chapter Four

I feel myself waking up from unconsciousness.

I wish I wasn't.

My head was throbbing, and I wasn't strong enough to open my eyes yet. Pain was crawling over my body, and it felt like someone was screaming in my ears. I felt like I was hungover after drinking gallons of alcohol and like I got hit by a bus at the same time.

Not pleasant.

I groggily force my eyes open, literally using all the strength I had in me at the moment to do so.

I realize I'm in Trevor's arms, bridal style, and he's slowly walking up the stairs carefully, as if not to disturb me. How sweet. I study his face that is concentrating on taking easy steps up the stairs. His face is so perfect. His sharp features, his perfect lips, his gorgeous, killer eyes. His curly hair that falls over his forehead messily, the way he carried me effortlessly.

And then I feel like I'm hit with a ton of bricks.

I remember the moments prior to being knocked out. I remember that dick head Luke, the way he was treating me and the way he touched me. Then I remember Trevor driving his fist into my face. And I remember falling.

What the hell?

"Trevor..." I groan, wincing in his arms.

"Shh," he says softy, his delicious breath on my face. I bite my lip, forcing myself to stay mad at him.

"I swear, Trevor, I would be kicking your ass right now if I could." I say as roughly as I could to let him know I wasn't kidding.

I really wasn't.

No one had the right to hurt me. Especially when I'm nothing but cooperative with them.

"I know you would be," he assures me quietly.

"Why would you hurt me?" I mumble into his chest, as he finally manages to carry me up the stairs and back into the main floor of the tight, complex building.

"Please, Ally, close your eyes. You don't look too good." Trevor ignores me.

"That's what every girl wants to hear." I mutter back, and I see an involuntary smile form on his lips above me, but it quickly disappears.

Despite my anger that I'm too pained to feel at the moment, but that I'm definitely aware of, I still feel my heart swoon at the sight of his beautiful smile.

I close my eyes, and I focus on the feeling of Trevor's arms around me again. I'm tucked into his chest, which smells amazing, not that that matters, (but it does), and his arms protectively cradles me into his body. I don't know why, but my skin feels so tender even against his gentle, careful movements. The ache I felt was so intense, all I wanted to do was scream. But I swallow back my frustrations, squeezing my eyes shut, not wanting to fight for consciousness at the moment.

I notice we are outside, and Trevor is carrying me across the parking lot. I feel him struggle as he manages to swing open the backseat door and place me carefully into the backseat.

He lays me down, and I open my eyes, only to feel them force themselves shut again.

*

My eyes flutter open, and I take in my surroundings. I was laying down across the backseat of Trevor's truck, my head in Trevor's lap. A dull headache throbs in the back of my head, which I try to ignore.

Trevor looks relieved as he watches me open my eyes. I, however, glare at him.

I'm pissed.

I try to sit up, but I end up crying out in pain. Why was my whole body tender and aching?