Eileen pov:
I got up out of the bed. My legs were a bit wobbly from last night. I turned to look at the bed and I saw Tate was still laying there happily. I smiled and reached over to pull the hair out of his face. He stirred a little but didn't wake. I shook my head my head smiling and threw on a sweatshirt and leggings. I opened my door and walked downstairs. I went into the kitchen to get some food. After a few minutes of looking and not finding any I decided to go get some. I grabbed a sticky note and told my mom I was going to get some food. I quietly went upstairs to get my phone. I saw Tate was still there. I guess he was really tired. I went over to him and kissed his forehead. I shook his shoulder a bit.
"Tate." I said. He swatted my hand away and turned over on his side.
"Tate." I said again. He didn't answer. An idea came to mind. I smiled deviously at him and ran into the bathroom. I grabbed a cut and filled it with ice cold water. I walked back into my room and ran over to him.
"Sorry boo." I said than poured the water on his head. He shot up quickly and bumped his head on mine. My hand shot up to my head grasping it.
"ow." I said frowning. He turned to look at me. He had a shocked expression written on his face.
"What was that for?!?" he said.
"You wouldn't wake up." I said shrugging.
"So you poured water on me?" He said trying to process what I did.
"yes." I said smiling. He shook his head and pulled me towards him. I struggled against his hold.
"Your wet!" I screeched laughing.
"I'm not the only that's wet baby." He whispered in my ear. He had got me close to him. My eyes went wide and I started blushing. He laughed and brought my lips to his. He pecked them then pulled away fast.
"Why are you dressed?" he asked looking at my outfit.
"I'm going out to get food." I said. He nodded his head and let go of me.
"Be back soon. I want to show you something." He said.
"Will do. Love you." I said pecking his lips.
"Love you too." He said smiling. I saw him vanish before my eyes. I looked around my room for a second and then walked out of my room. I walked downstairs to the front door. I opened it and walked out. I saw Hayden sitting on the porch staring at ben.
"He doesn't love you." I said. She turned to me and glared at me.
"He doesn't know who he loves yet." She said and turned back to look at ben. I rolled my eyes and walked out of the gates. I took a left going to the gas station. It was close by and didn't want to go in the car. Plus walking isn't that bad.
I saw the gas station in the distant. I started walking faster wanting to get home to see Tate. I heard a car engine in the distant. It was driving slowly. My mind jumped to conclusions. Just act normal. Nothing is going to happen I told myself. I picked up speed trying to get to the gas station. I heard the car stop and doors slammed open. I saw people get out fast and start running in my direction. Shit.
I starting running to the gas station but it happened so fast. Something was thrown at my head and I fell in pain. They had reached me and put a cloth up to my mouth. I tried to scream but I only breathed in the chemicals. My mind started to get fuzzy. My eyes started to droop and I was picked up by the kidnappers. I tried to kick and scream but I couldn't. My body wouldn't do what I wanted too.
I was put into the back of the van and tied up. The last thing I saw was a man driving down the road. The last thing I thought was Tate and how long I would be there. Than all at once I passed out without knowing what would happen to me while I was out.
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so there you go. the fith chapter. intense right? I didn't know what to write for awhile so I choose to write this. hope you liked it him. ;). jk. but anyways there you go. comment and vote. bye
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