White Lies

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White Lies

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The door was yanked out of her grasp and she frowned, placing her hand on her lap and waited for further instructions. His hand grabbed hers; pulling her out of the car slowly and he opened the door for her.

Savannah gnawed on her bottom lip, feeling more nervous about not being able to see rather than about being kidnapped. It was strange, she wanted to feel terrified. She wanted to cry and beg him to let her go, but she couldn't.

She wasn't afraid. She wasn't worried. Her emotions were a little confusing, but the one she felt the strongest was amusement – and she shouldn't have felt that as he placed his hand on her head so she wouldn't hit it against the roof of the car.

After she was sitting in the back, she played with her fingers idly, waiting. Just waiting for him to do something that would make her feel afraid. Because he was a terrible kidnapper and she wasn't afraid of that.

His hands were gentle as he pulled her seatbelt on and he smelled strongly of wood. It was strong and zesty; very manly. Again, she bit the inside of her cheek to prevent herself from giggling. She didn't get kidnapped often (never had been, actually), but she was sure that her kidnapper wasn't supposed to worry about her safety.

He closed the door, quickly getting in the driver's seat and turned her car on. Savannah sighed, leaning her head against the window as he drove away from the police station. Although she couldn't see clearly, her eyes were able to make out shadows.

As they sped by buildings, she could see their outline flashing by, giving her a slight sense of the speed they were going at. Not very fast, he must've been following the speed limit.

She raised her hand up to the door handle and rolled her eyes. This guy was horrible at this. The doors were unlocked. If she had truly wanted to get out of the weird, but funny situation, she could've. "Hey, Mr. Kidnapper? The door's open."

He muttered a curse under his breath and snapped, "Be quiet!"

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest as she leaned back on the seat. "I'm just saying!" She shook her head and muttered, "If I'm going to kidnap someone, I'd make sure that they couldn't escape."

He continued muttering incomprehensible things under his breath, but a second later the loud snap of her car doors locking echoed throughout. She grinned, leaning her head back on the headrest and mumbled, "See? All safe and sound now."

"Hasn't changed one bit," he sighed quietly, shaking his head as he pulled into his driveway.

"Oh," she frowned, "so you know me?"

His voice returned to being raspy and deep, as if he were trying to mask the real sound of his voice as he snapped, "Be quiet!"

"Fine," she mumbled, "just trying to make conversation..."

"Well don't," he finalised, leaving no room for argument.

She rolled her eyes, but didn't speak another word. Instead, she frowned at the crunching of gravel her tires were making and lost count of the amount of bumps they were driving through.

"Are you driving over dead bodies? Jesus," Savannah groaned as her head smacked against the window.

"Sorry," he replied quietly, "the mayor hasn't sent anyone to fix this side of town."

"Gotcha," she nodded, completely ignoring his apology. He was one strange kidnapper. "So are you going to, like, cut me up or something?"

His voice suddenly sounded tired, as if he hadn't slept in years and he sighed, "I am not going to kill you, Savannah. Now shut up, we're here."