Kidnapped

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Jonas and I were sitting by the lake, next to our cabin in the woods, back home in Sweden. The sun was on it´s way down but it was still warm outside. We were looking out over the lake, just enjoying each others company and it felt just like old times. Just like before ...

Before ... what? I knew, deep inside, that something had happened. Something I should remember. I could feel in my heart how long it had been since I last saw my brother.

"Isn´t it beautiful?", he asked me and smiled at me. I realized that he could see again. He was just his normal, seventeen year old self, only with the eyes he had when he was ten. I smiled back at him, happy that he could see me again. Then I just nodded.

"It´s been to long, Amanda", he whispered, suddenly concerned. "How have you been?"

I just smiled. "I´ve been just fine, Jonas", I told him reasuringly. In reality I wasn´t quite sure how I had been. I had a hard time remembering ... "How did I get here?" I asked him suddenly, not remembering anything but just suddenly sitting there.

"I don´t know, sis, maybe you´re dreaming."

I shook my head in disbelief. That´s when I heard a voice calling my name. I stood up and started to walk in the direction of the voice when Jonas called on me. I turned around and saw tears rushing down his face. I wanted to hug him and tell him that everything was going to be alright. But I couldn´t. The voice was getting smaller, and I had to find out who it was.

"Just come home, Amanda, alright?" he told me, and his eyes were blind again, staring out into nothingness. "Promise me to come home safe to me!"

I nodded slowly, wondering what he was talking about. Wasn´t I already home, right at the cabin, with him? 

I ran into the woods, the voice calling on me getting louder and louder, The voice was getting painful to hear but I just kept on running, knowing that I knew the voice. That it would keep me safe from harm. Just as the loud sound was becoming unbearable, I closed my eyes ...

I opened my eyes and stared into James´s wonderful green. I didn´t think I would ever grow tired of those eyes. He was all red around, from crying, and something deep in my chest hurt when I saw the painful expresion on his face.

"Oh my God, Amanda!" he cried and pulled me up in his arms, hugging me tight against his still naked chest. My ribs where protesting loudly but the pain took me by surprise, so I didn´t scream. I tried to focus on the feeling of having him so close to me. The warmth of his body and his sweet scent. I could feel his warm breath against my neck and I shivered.

"Oh, I thought I really lost you this time", he murmured against my neck. Then he pulled away to look at my face more closely, with a troubled expression on his face. I could see the new bruises on his face and I few cuts over his lips. But they didn´t look that bad yet though. I understood I must have looked about the same.

We looked into each others eyes for a long while, sparks flying between us, before he finally bent down and brushed his lips against mine. I raised my hand and gently touched his tender face with my fingers. He was so careful with his soft kisses, like if he was scared to break me.

"Why the fuck did you do that, Mandie?" he suddenly asked me as he broke off the kiss. His voice sounded angry and his eyes only showed confusion. "I though he was going to kill you. Never do that to me again, you stupid girl!"

I smiled at him and caressed his face. His face, that had become so dear to me in just a few weeks time. "I just couldn´t stand to watch him hurt you like he did", I told him and could feel a tear slowly make its way down my cheek. The thought of losing him actually hurt me, making it hard for me to breath.

His face softened and his eyes turned warm again. He looked down at me with such affection and warmth that my heart started pounding faster. He kissed me again, really soft, not at all like the night before, when our kisses had been filled with lust.

Then he looked into my eyes again. "I love you, Amanda", he told me and held me a little closer to his body. "I don´t know what I would do without you."

No one had ever told me they loved me before, apart from familymembers. My heart suddenly filled with warmth and love for this man. This moviestar of a man that meant so much more to me than anyone. Somehow the words "I love you" just wasn´t enough to explain how I felt for him.

"James Johnson", I said and took his hand, placing it over my beating heart. "Jag älskar dig!"

I think he understood what those words meant, because a loving smile spread across his face. Carefully, so he wouldn´t hurt me, he picked me up and caried me over to the bed. It still hurt like hell though, and I closed my eyes, trying to shut the pain out. He carefully placed me on the bed and layed down next to me, covering us both with the thin blanket.

We were laying there, just looking into each others eyes for the rest of the day. We talked about all sorts of things, just like we always did, but something had changed between us. We loved each other. When we fell asleep, it was close, so close to each other, and his hand was casualy placed over my breast.

It was amazing how this wonderful man could make me feel safe and loved, and take away all the pain and fright that was buried so deep inside of me.