Falling for my Kidnapper

Chapter 20:

Silence conquered my ears, but my mind was on overdrive. What would I say? What if they fight Anthony? What if they take me? What if they don't answer? Question after question developed as the seconds passed. For a moment, I almost thought no one would go to the door, until it creaked open.

I heard Deans voice before I saw him, "can I help you, sir?" He still stood inside, me being off to the side, I supposed he hadn't noticed me yet.

Chris stood agitated, "where's your accomplice, your partner in crime, left hand man?"

This is so awkward. Let me walk into the woods and get mauled by a bear, real quick.

"Excuse me?" Chris sounded very lost as to what was going on. I must say, I felt pretty bad.

Anthony looked at me, "come over by me, Lex." Well shit.

Like a walk of shame I stood next to him, not looking up. He moved slightly in front of me and grabbed my hand in his, it was almost comforting.

"Uhh," Dean stuttered, "Chris can you come here a sec?" It's all about to go downhill from here.

I heard heavy steps and grumbling, then suddenly Chris came out, eyes widening tremendously as I awkwardly looked up. His eyes were sullen, hair tasseled, and it looked like he hadn't slept, or at least a very minimal amount. He's probably been contemplating what to do when officers arrive at his door.

"What's going on," he asked warily.

Anthony entirely pushed me behind him at this point, and let go of my hand. I looked up to see him going face to face with Chris. I prayed to the queen Beyonce that no one was going to get killed or injured.

"Who do you think you are to take a girl away from her family, what kind of bullshit is that?!"

Dean intervened, "it wasn't intended, Chris wasn't thinking from the right mindset."

Chris opened his mouth, about to speak, but Anthony cut him off.

"The only thing you'll both be thinking about in a minute is picking your teeth off the ground when I shove my foot up your asses." I almost would have laughed if it were to be said under different circumstances, but I was fairly horrified.

Chris spoke up, "listen man, it was completely wrong, I messed up, and I'll regret that the rest of my life. But I didn't harm her, and never had any bad intentions. You can ask her, right L-"

"Don't talk to her, asshole. Do you even understand how traumatizing it could be for her, because you "messed up?" Not only for her, but her family and friends!" Anthony was surpassing angry, he was so hot I could roast marshmallows.

"I'm sorry, nothing I can say or do will ever make up for my ignorance and I can't express that enough." Chris looked so ashamed.

Anthony glared, "you're lucky I told her I wouldn't call the police, but that sure as hell doesn't mean her parents won't." Oh crap, that hadn't occurred to me. He took my hand and began walking away, I gave one last look to them both, but Chris gave me a quizzical look. A folded piece of paper flew into the air and I grabbed it quickly. Thankfully, Anthony didn't notice.

He continued storming along, me trailing behind. Once we reached the woods, he slowed, allowing me time to catch up.

"I would of killed 'em both," he growled. "To think they held you captive and didn't have any remorse. Man do I hope your parents send them to prison, or at least sue them into debt."

I didn't utter a word, just thought about the note. However, even when we got back to his house I still didn't want to open it. I left it in my back pocket, pondering if there ever would come a day where I'd decide to read it. A day when I felt emotionally prepared, and that was not today.

The biggest thought on my mind now was my parents. Would I tell the truth, or come up with an excuse?