My Kidnappers

Chapter 1- Kidnapped By an Asshole

 Chapter 1- Kidnapped By an Asshole

So, you go to a gas station to pick up some Juicy Fruits, right? When suddenly the unexpected happens. You're swiped and gagged and thrown into the back seat of a car. You can't see anything because it's too dark and there is no sound indication of who your kidnapper is. What do you do?

Well this my friend, is my story of how I got kidnapped.

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“Hey,” Dylan's voice greeted me from the speaker of my phone.

“Hey.” I repeated, a small smile on my face. “I miss you.”

He chuckled huskily and I could almost imagine him shaking his head at me as he said, “I dropped you off 2 hours ago.”

Frowning, I huffed as I replied with, “2 hours is too long.” I bit my lip. “Besides, am I not aloud to miss those soft lips of yours?”

He mock gasped. “Ms. Brooke, are you attempting to seduce me...” he trailed off, his voice lowering to a whisper. “Telepathically?”

I grinned, my insides turning to mush. “Why – Mr. Davis, I'm appalled that you'd think such a thing of me.” I mock gasped as well, laying my back against my soft black duvet, as I clutched the phone closer to my ear.

He chuckled as he said, “You're right. You don't have the guts to do it.”

An offended expression made it's way onto my face as I sat up abruptly, brushing a few strands of dark brown hair away from my face. “That is so not true!” I objected into the phone, huffing a breath.

“Oh, really?” he drawled suggestively. “You wanna give it a go?”

“Wha- you mean– “ I trailed off. “ – phone sex?” I hissed, eying my open door.

“Geez, Kitten. Too much for your virgin ears?” he teased as blood rushed to my cheeks.

“Ha-ha,” I dead-panned, trying to sound bothered, but my trembling voice failed me.”Very funny, Mr. too-cool-for-school.”

He chortled, replying with, “I knew there was a reason I loved you.”

I blushed a deeper red as the three words slipped so easily from his lips. “Dylan,” I hummed nervously into the phone, sinking back into my bed again as I rolled over to my side, my eyes scanning over the picture of Dylan in his football jersey, a loving grin on his face as I kissed his stubbled cheek.

“Hm?” he whispered into the phone.

I bit my lip, closing my eyes for a second. “Do you remember when you told me you loved me at junior prom?” I asked softly.

Silence took over for a few moments as I listened to his unsteady breathing on the other side of the line. “Yeah,” he finally replied after an entire excruciating minute.

“I –“ I sighed. “I never told you I loved you back.”

I could clearly hear him intake a sharp breath. But I didn't wait for his response as I continued, “I was scared that if I did, it would be over before it even began. I mean, think about it – cliché shy girl proclaims her love to star quarterback.” I let out a small laugh at that. “I just thought – if I told you how I felt, you wouldn't see me as me anymore. I just – god. I don't know. I was stupid, and scared. But now I realize how much of a mistake that was. And... I'm ready to admit it.”

“Admit what?” he pressed in a teasing voice.

I shook my head at this, a smile taking over my entire face. “Admit that I – love you.”