This doesn't happen

Scared or something like it.

(Living room for the mansion above. can i have it??)

Walking through the doors to the 'house' there were emotions running through me and i honestly didn't know if i should pick one or just let them all take there place. fear, sadness, anger all bubbling inside and i don't know what to do with it. I've never been in this predicament before so how would i know?. i just need to stay calm. stay calm.

We followed the big guy and his minions into the house my hand still locked with 'smiths', He hasn't said much to me , no one has spoken a word , it's very quiet, not a normal type of quiet but something out of a horror movie . when they have that freakishly loud music that has a little girl laughing and it's pitch black. that's how quiet it is. untangling my hand with his i walk behind him as we go into the living room which has big bay windows and couches. it was beautiful the whole house was but the reason why i got to see it made it a lot less exciting. walking through the entry way the air became solid and still. like if gravity has taken over it and suddenly everything was heavy. the room was heavy. looking towards the big window over looking beautiful L.A i look towards a white couch which seated three men Two average size body guards and a guy who looked very familiar. but i couldn't tell his face was blocked by the way he sat and the men walking in.

"Grab Her Smith" the man says in a deep huskily voice and before i can comprehend whats going on smith grabs my arms and roughly throws me in front of him while holding my arms behind me. the weird part is . even though his hands are tightly gripping my wrist he somewhat Rub's them as a nervous gesture maybe?, or telling me it will be okay?, i cant read into this its not healthy. Ummm... HE FREAKING KIDNAPPED YOU !!!! . My mind scream's and my body jump's into action tensed and ready for what's gonna come next . The man stand and gestures the body guards and big foot to remove themselves. so damn cliche ... what next ' we needed the girl for our money, she was are bait?' i bet you ten bucks that's what it was.

"So your the one who let the blonde get away, the annoying little flea bag on my arm and you help her out of a window , while then kicking one of my men in in the nuts and kneeing his head?!?!?!?" the mans voice boom's and that's when i look up at him.

HOLY CRAP.

King Kong is back everybody and i think he fell off the empire state building cause he is not happy.

"You knee'd him in the head?, why ?, and then thought you could get away but what happens ?, Oh yeah. my boy smith calls me up and say's the brunette . correction the Beautiful brunette he ran into just went into the bathroom and matt's about to go and do his job by selecting a female and telling her what's what." King Kong finishes glaring at me his face red like a tomato .

he said i was beautiful?, no boy every called me beautiful and my father doesn't count and i should not care about what he called me. Once Again. JORDAN HE FREAKING KIDNAPPED YOU!!!!!! get that trough your head.

shaking my thought's away i look up at king Kong and give a face that most people see models give . where there brows go up one slightly higher then the other and there jaw is tilted up. almost like a -I-don't-give-a-F*ck- look like boys do when there angry and are about to fight but don't say anything. that's my face , because I'm tired of this. I'm scared and angry . yeah he's big yeah there scary men and yes i am still normal (somewhat) and feel fear dread through me.

"Get that look off your face, i don't hit women , but that face isn't exactly helping me not want to" king Kong say's with anger laced within his voice. he step's towards where me and smith are. "you don't talk much do you?" he ask looking down at me. looking back up at him i answer with nothing but honesty ,and from what I've heard my mother say 'The truth hurts' gosh if mom was here she'd be kicking this guys arse...then most likely we would take some expensive car home with some expensive stuff to pawn and celebrate by moving . i smirk at the thought then it fades as quickly as it came,

"If , i spoke and tried having a conversation with you it would already be over. and one of us would be hurt. and since you have all this damn security because you cant fight fair , ha, no gang can huh?" say looking at him with daggers in my eyes. his cold stare back tell's me that the truth kinda brought his ego down . and i was happy about that , until i herd the next words out of his mouth.

"Smith" he say's looking at the boy behind me. " yes sir" smith answers still rubbing my wrist

"Your staying here with her for three weeks until it's time to leave for Italy understand?, and remember what they taught you . remember why your on my team and up this high. the key's are hanging by the door the cars in the garage were taking your truck. Her clothes are in the room . and we have the number so if anything goes down , just call me " king Kong states before taking his men and walking out the door .

hearing the locks, smith let's me go and i turn and run for the door unlocking it and trying to open it but it wont budge. a key pad blinks from the right corner of the handle , brilliant . Turning around i see him standing there an emotionless face on and his eyes staring directly at me. "Open it" i say twisting the handle again. "No" he states simply before walking towards me and grabbing me like a sac of potato's . i kicked , i bit , i screamed and did it help?, no, he just took me up to a room right across from what i assumed was his . and threw me down on the bed. he looked down at me and huffed running his hand through his hair . with that he turned and walked out of the door and closing it lightly.

what have i gotten into. and why is he like this?