Kidnapped in Spain by a Handsome Danger

Chapter 2

Hey you guys! I am now in Cordoba, Spain! I went to an archeological museum with my class today where we see this ancient theater that is over 600 years old! Wow! I really am excited. I will try to write a chapter everyday, but it will depend on where I am getting wifi connection. Enjoy!

Chapter 2:

Delilah’s POV

The kidnapper grabbed me out of the bus, walking a yards a way from it. Suddenly, he turns around. “Who are you,” he says. I wanted to tell to him everything he wanted, to fall into his strong arms and stay there forever. But suddenly anger took over me and I screamed, “Who am I? Who do you think you are, huh?” He looked at me with pure shock, but in less than two seconds, his demeanor changed into a serious one. “My name is Alejandro, but you can call me Alex for short”. “Alejandro, like the Lady Gaga song?” He looked at me all annoyed and was going to say something until I started singing loudly, “Alejandro, Alejandro… Ale, Alejandro, Ale, Alejandro.” Though I was making a fool of myself, it was worth watching his face turn red. But then he had to get all ‘butthurred’, as my best friend would say, and whipped out his gun. “Oh that’s not fair! I’m really sorry!” “Look, I am a trained assassin and can kill within 10 seconds. If you do not follow my orders, I will have to shoot you.”

Thinking about my options, I decided not to get heated up. I knew that the only way to survive would be to follow his orders. Now was not the time to get mad. “Alright, well my name is Delilah. I am a student at ULA and I’m here traveling with my class.” “Okay Delilah. I want you to follow my orders very carefully. If you mess up, your life will be at stake.” “Yeah, yeah, just tell me what you want me to do,” I said nonchalantly. “Is there a student named Emma Lin,” Alex asked me gravely. I thought about it for a moment, trying to think about all the people in our travel study group. I distinctly remembered a thin, light-skinned Thai girl with beautiful long black hair and almond eyes. I found her so interesting because she had naturally had blue eyes. “Yes, I believe so,” I said slowly, “What does she have to do with anything?” “She has to do with everything. She is my ex.”

            A sudden burst of jealously flames within me.  Emma? What does she have that I don’t? She’s not even pretty….Relax Delilah. You don’t even know this guy. What are you getting all worked up for? “Ok, so your point is? Why didn’t you just go and get her? And how did I get in this mix?” Alex says, “I have been checking up on her with the use of private detectives. However,” he said wryly, “They made a miscalculation and didn’t see that she wasn’t on the bus. I guess since you guys both have black hair, they assumed you were her. I, however, would never make that mistake. You don’t look anything like her. She was beautiful, and you’re just, just, unmemorable!”

            “What!” I screamed, as tears started burning my eyes, trying not to show it.  “You’re terrible! You’re freaking stalking her? Haven’t you ever heard of personal privacy? There must be something wrong with you and that’s why she left….” Before I can even finish my sentence, Alex twists my arms. “Oww Alex, that hurts!” I move my arm away from him and run as far as I can.

Alex’s POV

            God this girl annoys me. Who does she think she is to judge me? She doesn’t know anything about me and my life. I just want to…Relax, Alex. Dang, I just need to calm down. I shouldn’t have twisted her arm. She’s going to have a bruise now.  And she’s so thin, the mark will show. I remembered that I had a first aid kit in my bag at the hotel.  She’s actually very pretty, nothing like Emma, of course, but striking.  My mind wandered as I thought about the logistics of my plan.

            How was I going to be able to do what I needed with those people on the bus? I thought about it and decided that I could find some motel where we can hide for a few days.  It was so hot out and I felt uneasy for the people left on the bus. I took out my phone and dialed 911. “Hablas Ingles (Do you speak English)? There is a bus in the middle of the desert with three people. You need to come here now before they get a heat stroke.” Before the person on the line could say anything, I hung up my phone and started running to where Delilah would be.