Taken

Kidnapper's POV

I got the girl. Mission accomplished right? I was in, I was out and like that voila done. I felt like a bad ass undercover cop or something. Except, I work for the wrong side. I'll be labelled a criminal if I get caught. I have to cover up my footprints and be very careful. I have no idea why my boss wanted this girl.

There was nothing special about her. I mean she was rather attractive with her auburn hair, hazel eyes, and adorable freckles that were dotted under her eyes, but that wasn't a reason to kidnap her. I'm just the person hired to do the dirty work. So I guess there isn't a reason to think too hard about why I did it. As long as I get paid, I'll be ok.

The plan had worked out perfectly. Some people say I'm a mastermind when it comes to anything dirty or underhanded. I take it as a compliment and it only adds to my "ego" that I've been accused of having. I don't even object or deny it when I am called arrogant. I've been called so many things that it doesn't even phase me anymore. Even though I like to consider myself one of the best at my game.

I had seen the girl earlier. She didn't even notice me. That makes sense considering she is "that" type of girl. I even showed her what she was oblivious to. I just had to shed some light on the situation. I know the boss told me to lay low and all, but I couldn't help but butt in.

I doubt she even remembers what I look like. She was so drunk, stumbling all over the place. Whenever she talked I could feel my breath hitch a bit because of the intense smell of alcohol flowing out from her mouth. It was disgustingly unbearable to take.

I assumed a lot about that girl within an instant. A few words that came to my mind. I compiled a list and placed each word individually into it mentally...

~Partier
~Drinker
~Clueless
~Oblivious

But that list was just what I observed from the outside. I created another list mentally, trying to dig deeper. After all everything isn't always what it seems.

~Used
~Hurt
~Misunderstood
~Alone

But my mind quickly changed subjects. I was jarred out of my daydream when I heard a car horn blaring. I zoned back in to the real world and saw a car swerve by me just barely missing my bumper as I ran a red light.

I was glad that where I was heading there weren't many people around. I never was good at being social. You can call me an introvert if you want, but I consider myself a combination between an extrovert and an introvert.

I'm social with people that I can associate myself with even though there are very phew people like that. The only person I can be myself around is the boss. He took me in after my parents died in a car crash. I don't remember much about my parents but from what the boss tells me, my life used to be terrible.

The life I live now isn't perfect, but it's good enough for me... I guess. Sometimes I have my days where everything is great. But some days are terrible and I wish I didn't have to do some of the things I have had to do. I regret some of my past actions. Some of the worst ones haunt me everyday.

I clicked the turn signal on and made a left turn. Turning onto an old, abandoned dirt road. To the average onlooker it would look as if nobody had been down the road for years. That's why it was the perfect cover up entrance for our hideout. I drove down the road for a good 10 miles or so.

Once I drove into the forest that surrounded the hideout I clicked my headlights on. The highbeams illuminated the bumpy road that was laid out before me. I could hear the girl bouncing around in the back of the van as I drove over roots and the uneven ground.

I felt bad but at the same time it didn't matter. I was just to deliver her to the boss. There was absolutely NO need to get attached on any level. I drove for about 15 minutes and the cabin came into view. It was pretty run down but it was better than nothing.

There was a hole in the roof and the cabin desperately needed a new coat of paint. But there was no need to be aesthetically pleasing considering it was a hideout for the big baddies of the town. I guess it served its purpose.
I locked the van and grabbed my coat from the passenger seat. It was freezing cold outside. A fresh layer of snow blanketed the ground. I ran inside the kitchen and was met by an evil look from Stanky Joe.

He was an asshole and he was terrible at keeping up with his hygiene. He disgusted me in the most vile of ways. I looked past him, ignoring his glare and asked Huck if he'd seen the boss recently. He responded "yah, the boss I saw him about five minutes ago. He was heading to the garage."

I ran to the garage and tore through the door. The boss was taking apart a 1970's Stingray Corvette. He was scrapping it to sell. There was already a pile of pieces laying on the ground. He had oil smudged across his forehead. His hands looked as if he were wearing black gloves but they were just covered in oil and grease.

He turned to look at me and all he said in a deep noncohalant tone was "Is it done?". He lifted his hand and looked as if he were about to strike me. I quietly responded yes and winced back in fear. He drew his hand back down to his side. I let out a sigh of relief.

He gave me a look of irritation and held his hand out flat in front of me. I looked around and a wave of confusion washed over me. I looked awkwardly from side to side and gave him a high five. I knew the second after I did that, that it was a mistake.

He rose his hand once again but this time He hit me. I winced back in pain as I felt my face grow warm. It felt like I had been burned on my right cheek. He looked at me with the most scariest look ever and rather forcefully said "THE KEYS". I quickly pulled them out of my pocket and gave them to him.

I grabbed my jacket and ran back to the van. I knew I needed to get as far away as possible from the boss. He had angry outbursts and he couldn't control his temper. I learned that the hard way.

Once I reached the van I clicked my keys to unlock it. I swung the door open. When I looked in I saw the girl still knocked out. She looked so peaceful laying there. I quickly shook that thought out of my head and picked her up bridal style.

I carried her inside and as I passed the kitchen Stanky Joe let out a hoot and a holler as he whistled to say she was pretty. I quickened my pace to make sure she safely made it where she would be staying. I realized I hadn't thought of where to put her. I thought for a minute and then decided I would take her to my room.

I laid her on the bed. Then I pulled the quilt over her to make sure she wouldn't get cold. I also lit the fire by my desk. I grabbed some rope and tied her hands and her feet together to make sure she wouldn't get away.  I tried to keep the knots loose enough to not hurt her but still tight enough to hold.

I grabbed my blanket off the edge of my bed and a pillow. I laid my blanket down by the fire place along with my pillow. I changed into some slightly cleaner clothes and laid down to go to sleep. I laid there for awhile, still as could be and just watched her. The steady rise and fall of her chest as she breathed and the random moments when she would toss and turn. After watching her for what seemed like forever I felt my eyelids grow heavy and before I knew it, I was sound asleep.