When I Fall For My Kidnapper

Chapter Five

"Here you go," Trevor greets as he opens the backseat door and climbs in, holding my wash cloths which were now wet again in his arms.

"Thanks," I say quietly, reaching for the wet rags in his hands. We were at a rest stop, which luckily had bathrooms so Trevor could obediently refresh my wash cloths when needed as I sit in the truck, suffering sulkingly.

He doesn't reply, and just watches me struggle to sit up with pity in his eyes. I glare at him, managing to lay back against the truck cushion beside him, our arms touching. I try to ignore how the touch of our arms distracts all of my thoughts.

I was still slightly pissed at him.

I wrap the wash cloths around my neck, sending chills down my spine and icing my tender skin. I felt better, honestly. But I was still covered in bruises and my muscles were pained and aching. Thanks to Trevor, may I add. I shoot him another glare for good measures.

"Do you feel any better?" Trevor asks, ending the awkward silence.

"I'm fine," I reply stiffly.

"Good," he says softy, knowing I was just wanting him to shut up. At least he hopefully knows that.

"I'm hungry." I inform him, my stomach hallow to top off the pain I was in. I think annoying him would be one of my best methods of revenge since I don't think my body is going to heal soon enough to drop kick the guy.

"We'll eat breakfast tomorrow." Trevor shrugs easily.

"But I'm starving now." I tell him, squinting my eyes even tighter at him.

"That sucks." He shrugs.

"You suck."

"Ouch." He mutters, with a playful glint in his eyes. I try to ignore how adorable he looks. I also try to ignore the urge to close the distance between us. And to run my fingers through his hair. And all over his body.

A sudden buzzing makes me jump, distracting me from my disturbing thoughts.

"Relax, it's just my phone," Trevor reaches into the front seat, reaching for his phone, and then he stares at the screen.

"I've got to take this. It's Luke." Trevor tells me. Lovely. The guy who beat me up earlier.

"Oh, I love that guy!" I exclaim sarcastically.

"I'll tell him you said hi," Trevor assures me, returning the sarcasm. I give him my best annoyed look.

"Luke, I've been waiting on this call," Trevor answers, his voice suddenly professional. I narrow my eyes at him, which he ignores. He was sitting right beside me, but I couldn't make out what Luke was saying on the other line. He just continues to chat, Trevor speaking every few moments.

"I'm sure she knows it," Trevor says into the phone. He pauses. "I can't do that to her, sir."

I freeze at that line. He can't do what to me?

"No, I am not close with her, for the last time... Okay, fine... I will, don't worry... the next checkpoint?... Sounds good... I will right now... Good... Bye, Luke." Trevor finally hangs up, and he angrily tosses his phone into the front seat.

"What was that about?" I ask.

"Nothing that you need to know." Trevor replies stiffly, turning away from me and walking out of the truck, slamming the door slightly louder than necessary.

It was dark outside, so I can't tell where Trevor went. Not that there was anywhere to go, given we were out in the middle of nowhere at a truck stop. My insides feel jittery as I wait for him to return.