Falling In Love With My Kidnapper

Chapter 14

"Nova, open up"

I screamed and cried "No!"

"Its no big deal!"

It was the first time I seen someone die right in front of my eyes! Of course it was a big deal, to me at least.

Eventually, Kyle's footsteps disappeared and I was left alone once again.

Every second I spent crying in the bathroom, I was reminded that it was my fault that those two women died.

If I would've picked one I could've spared a life.

I cried more. I shook and screamed, letting the tears roll down my cheeks endlessly.

Another hour passed and I became a bit calmer. My screaming stopped but I still continued to cry and to shake.

"I'm sorry"

I sniffled and picked up my head, expecting Andrew and his warm hugs, which were everything I needed, but instead it was the freak with the disgusting name of Damien.

"I shouldn't have-" He started to say.

"Quit your staged bullshit, I don't want to hear it" I wiped my tears. Just seeing him made me sick to my stomach. I scooted backwards until my back hit the wall. I grabbed a bottle of shampoo and threw it his way, impressively hitting his leg.

"You monster! Go away! Leave me the fuck alone!" I hugged my knees to my chest, feeling the rush of tears already welling up.

"Nova, please! I didn't mean to. I was angry and agitated. I-I wasn't thinking straight and- and... please" His voice cracked at the end. I looked up at his face once again. Big mistake.

His nostrils were slightly flaring and he was nervously running a hand through his hair, tugging at it a bit. He licked his lips a couple times while looking down. I'm assuming to keep himself from crying. But then again, someone like Damien doesn't cry.

He looked up and let his arm fall limp to his side, eyes focusing on me "What are you doing to me?" He said in almost a whimper and quickly turned around in order to exit the bathroom.

I closed my eyes and again, like a never-ending nightmare the events from a couple hours earlier replayed in my mind and the little good that I saw in Damien Pierce disappeared from my mind.

***
After hours of crying, I picked myself up and went out to look for help. There was nobody at all. Of course there was Damien but currently I have a burning passion of hatred towards him and Andrew seemed to have disappeared.

Without thinking I knocked on the very last door of the hallway. I sniffled and waited a couple minutes until the door swung open, revealing a tired looking Kyle. He raised a eyebrow in confusion when he first saw me.

"What?"

"Are you busy?"

"Kinda, I mean-"

"Great because I really need someone to talk to" I wept, pushing him aside and entering.

I aimed for the bed but there was already four girls sitting on it. They gave me a dirty glare but immediately got up and hid in the closet when a whistle was blown behind me.

"You can't just enter like that, Nova!"

I ignored him and climbed under the covers of his bed and dozed off.

***

When I woke up, the house was silent. There was no sound of tinkering outside indicating someone was working on mechanics, as usual. No voices were heard anywhere, no clicks and clacks of the maids. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, looking at the time.

7:41 p.m.

Everybody should still be up by now. I threw off the sheets and immediately was greeted by a gust of wind on my legs which was a shock because the windows are never open around here.

I neared the window and I was greeted by yet another gust of wind. I moved the curtain that was fluttering around and realized that the window was in fact open. I blinked, surprised but excited. This window could be my ticket out. I can sneak out of here and finally go home and forget Kyle and Damien and... Andrew.

Before I knew it, my legs were running towards the balcony, climbing over, arms reaching for a tree branch that was not so far away. I sat there for a moment. I bit my lip and looked back. Maybe I shouldn't go. I've already been here for a while. It isn't that bad, my family probably already forgot abo-

Before I could hesitate even more, I climbed down the tree and waited for someone to pop out and announce it was a prank. There was still no noise, not a single soul around, so I started to run.

I was not only running away from the mansion, I was running from my problems, from my pain, from nightmares, I was running away from stupid Damien. But at the same time, I was running towards my family, the coffee shop, home. I was running towards my life.

I ran faster with motivation. I made sharp twists and turns until I met again in the neighborhood I grew up in. I paused to take my breath and looked around.

It looked exactly the same except for some brown missing posters stuck to the outside of buildings, and they had my face all over them. The posters where everywhere. Plastered on them was my information and a big reward promised if I was found.

My family cared about me.

For the millionth time today I started to cry again... overwhelmed.

All my life I thought all they cared about was their famous coffee shop and now all I wanted to do was go home.

I ran down the street and was greeted by familiar houses and faces. The single mother with five kids's house was first. I slowed down and never been happier than to hear her annoying little kids scream in delight as they teared down the house from the inside out. Knowing that I was actually so close to home made me pick up my pace again and before I knew it I was standing in front of my old little house. I examined it and was confused by the sight of it. The front lawn needed mowing, the plants in front needed watering, the garbage can was overflowing, and littered around the house was a bunch of cans.

I shook my head and smiled anyways at the sight of my disgusting home. I started to walk up the driveway, picking up my feet to climb up the steps of the porch. I looked through the window on my way to go through the front door to see my mother crying by our coffee table. I walked closer to the window to see she was crying by a memorial of me. There was candles lit all over and a teddy bear that I recognized from my room.

Saddened, I started to pound on the window. "I'm not dead! Mom!" I pounded harder. "I'm right here!"

Just as she was about to turn around, my legs were pulled down and I fell to the floor. I was scooped onto somebody's arms and thrown onto the grass.

Before I could even pass out, a faint voice said "I told you there was no escape"