The kidnappers son

Chapter 5

"Hurry up Amy" Olivia whispered.

I tried my best to clean up. Me and Olivia have gotten very close. I guess my only friend here.

We stood on our usual spots, waiting for Ryan and Niall to come back. I really didn't know what feelings I had towards Niall, I mean it's really awkward that I like may kidnappers son.

My thoughts were interrupted by the slamming of the door.

"Servants!" Ryan yelled.

I lifted my head up, and saw pain in Niall's eyes. He saw the fresh bruises Ryan gave me.

"Make us dinner. We are having visitors over tonight" Ryan explained.

Olivia and I nodded, then were dismissed to the kitchen. I've learn how to cook here, and clean, and broom, and mop, and a lot of things.

"Amy!" Ryan yelled.

I headed for the living room.

"Yes master" I said.

He tossed me a sweater. I put it on.

"You are coming with me to go get supplies"

"Why do I have to wear this?" I asked.

"Because you are here forever, I don't want people recognizing you because your parents may be looking for you"

I put in the sweater and immediately cuddled into it. It was Niall's, it has his scent. Ryan out the hoodie up, so it was covering my face. He grabbed my arm and I winced, there was a fresh bruise there when he hit me yesterday.

"Lets go"

He put me in his car and immediately locked the doors.

*****

Once he parked, he looked at me.

I had the hoodie over my head and my hands in the pocket.

"What" I replied.

"You better stop talking like that, before you get more bruises"

I looked down so he didn't see my eyes water from the pain of yesterday.

"I'll be back in a few minutes"

He got of the car and locked it from his key.

Once he got inside and out of sight, I tried my best to escape.

I tried opening the doors but they wouldn't budge. The lock was to tight and the keys wouldn't work. I saw people walk by so I went to the back seat and banging the windows and screaming for help, hoping someone will hear. But no one did, they kept on walking by, not taking notice of me.

I gave up, sighed, and started to cry. I'm never going to leave, to see my family, to see my friends, to have a normal life.

After about 5 minutes of crying, I sat back down in the front and waited for Ryan, with my head down and hands in my pockets.

Ryan came back with bags of groceries, smiling at me.

"How'd you like the sound proof windows? And the locked doors, that only I can unlock with my car keys"

I mentally face palmed myself. Of course!

I was silent on the way back to hell.

*****

"Matthew!" Ryan said as he greeted the guest.

This Matthew person looked at me, with hunger in his eyes.

This can't be good.

(A/N):

Sorry I haven posted in a long time!

S O R R Y ! I needed ideas for this.

-supernialler :*