Chyna p.o.v
"Beep beep beep"
I woke up to a beeping noise and the smell of something burning. Ash is always burning food.
"Ughhh Ash." I groaned.
I finally decided to get up and pull the sheets over my body. Wait my sheets aren't white. I finally opened my eyes all the way and realized this isn't my room. I tried to think about what happened last night but I couldn't remember anything except my car stopped working. I finally got out of the bed and walked out of the room. I was greeted with an even stronger smell of something burning. I was also greeted with a long hallway full of doors. I walked down the hall to finally find stairs. I went down the stairs and found a nicely decorated living room. I kept searching for the door to leave but I got lost.... This house is huge is all I could think of. I finally found the kitchen and where the burning smell was. I was seen a little boy trying to cook.
" can you help me?" The little boy asked.
"Only if you help me."
"Okay. What do you need hewp with."
" finding the door to leave."
" Sowwy I don't think that daddy will like that."
"Where is your dad?"
"In the shower"
"Look who finally decided to wake up." A deep voice finally filled the room.
" who are you" I rudely asked getting annoyed.
"Chris."
"Well Chris can you take me home now."
" No can do." Chris replied walking towards me "This is your home."
" No the hell its not. I want to go home asap."
" You're home. End of discussion."
Then it all dawned on me the letters "You're the person that been leaving the notes."
Chris smiled "Of course it was."
If he hadn't kidnapped me I wouldn't actually thought he was cute.
"Well breezy this is not my home. You might think it is but its not. I'm leaving this place one way or another, now or later. I won't be here long."
"Whatever floats your boat."
When he said that it pissed me off. I walked out of the kitchen pass him I didn't know where I was going but I found my self in a room I laid in the twin bed and thought about life. Did ash know I was gone? Why did Chris kidnap me? How long am I going to be here?
"Mommy Mommy what are you doing in my bed" the little boy came running in. I turned my head looking around for his mom but it was only the two of us in this room.
"Uhm me?" I asked the little boy
"Yes you your my mom silly. I never had a mommy before and I'm happy I finally have one" the boy yelled as he jumped up and down. When the little boy said that it broke my heart. It immediately reminded me of when I was younger. My mom left my dad, my sister , and I for a rich man and never looked back. We where poor but my dad did whatever he had to do to keep clothes on me and my sisters backs,food on the table, and a roof over our head.
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Obsessed
De Todoob·sess əbˈses/preoccupy or fill the mind of (someone) continually, intrusively, and to a troubling extent.