Kidnapped By Darkiplier

Chapter 13: Longride Roadtrip

*1 month and a half*
Sam's POV:
"Sam! Wake up!" Mark shook my shoulder. I moaned, not wanting to get up. "Sam, I will shove my fist in your ass if you don't wake up!" Mark growled. Immediately, I woke up. Actually afraid he might do so, I grabbed his arm. His hand was already clenched up into a fist. Slowly, his fingers fell. I calmed down, and looked around. It was dark outside my window. "Mark, it's like 6. Why'd you wake me up?" I rubbed my eye.

"C'mon. We're going to San Antonio." He walked over to his room, and picked up a black suitcase.

"Wait, what? What the fuck do you mean we're going to San Antonio?" Mark grabbed another blue suitcase and carried them both downstairs.

"We have business there."

"We? Business?"

"Well, more of a vacation! We're going to kill a suicide bomber who wants to blow up the Alamo. Our objective is to find him, and take him out. We have a week."

"Mark...how much longer until I have to go with that guy?" Mark stopped in his tracks.

"Um, sadly, a month and a half. Trust me. This'll hurt me more than it hurts you."

"Oh...great. A-anyways, when are we leaving?"

"Now. I laid out comfier pajamas on my  bed. You can change into an outfit when you want."

"Alright, I'll go change."

I walked upstairs and into Mark's bedroom. Not the first time I've been in here.

Mark's POV:

Completely forgetting Sam was upstairs, I walked up looking for my phone. First I looked in Sam's room, but it wasn't there. I glanced at my room, and noticed Sam's bare back. She slipped off her blue shorts, and revealed her gray boxers that she chose to buy, but they wrapped around her perfectly. She slipped on the black joggers, and the shirt I laid out. Sam looked at herself in the mirror in my room. She sighed. She patted herself down, and turned around. Sam immediately noticed my pervertedness, and began blushing. So did I. Quickly, I cleared my throat and walked into the room finding my phone on the bed. "Um, y-you re-ready?" I asked at the top of the stairs. She nodded. "And don't worry. You're always beautiful. Probably not in your eyes, but definitely in mine." I smiled to reassure it. She blushed even harder, and gave a faint smile. I walked downstairs, and she followed me. We both got in the car, and I started driving. "Mark, I don't know why I've never said anything before, but what about your neighbors? What do you they think of you?" Sam asked, cuddling a huge stuffed Olaf.

"They see me as Mr. Anderson. The work at home weirdo at the end of the street." I respond.

"Oh, that's pretty neat." She yawned.

"Yeah. So, I know how much you love car rides in the morning, and night, so in four hours I'll wake you up and show you the sunrise. Ok?"

"Awesome. You're the best! Anyways, I'm gonna hit the hay. Oh, and when do I drive?"

"I'm nocturnal. So, never."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

Sam smiled, and laid her head on Olaf. Slowly, her eyes closed. I smiled at her cuteness, and turned the radio. It was playing classic rock, so I left it on. I focused my eyes on the road, and headed for San Antonio, Texas. Only a days worth of driving until we reach our destination.

"Sam? Sam. Wake up! Look, it's sun rise!" I shook Sam's shoulder. She slowly woke up. When she opened her eyes, she began smiling. She stretched her arms. Sam looked around as if she had never seen a sun rise. Which, she never has.

"Wow...it's beautiful." Her eyes glowed. I reached in the back, and grabbed my camera.

"Here. Take as many pics as you want."

"Seriously?"

"Knock yourself out." She grabbed the camera, and began taking pics. She'd take a pic, show me, and then take another one.

"Man, I wish I could literally be out there. Staring at what seems like nothing, but is actually everything. Weird, huh?" She took another photo, showed me, and reviewed it herself. Just then, I pulled over into a gas station. I got out, and Sam followed me with the camera around her neck. She stood by me, and looked around while I pumped gas. "C'mon. You must be hungry. We'll arrive at a restaurant in a few hours, but until then want some snacks?" I offered. She smiled, and followed me inside.
As soon as we were about to leave, I looked up at the t.v they had in the top corner of the room. It was Sam. Sam Perks, missing for a few weeks, 24 years old, usually brunette but with red hair dye, brown eyes, and 5' 10". Only 10 inches shorter than me. Weird. I look at Sam, and she notices the news. She looks at me, and back at the food. She grabs the bag, and heads to the car. I thank the cashier, and walk over to the car. Sam sat in the car, and I got in the driver's seat. "Sam...I'm sorry. It's my job. It's what I do-" I began, but she snapped.

"It's your JOB?! Mark, you told me what you do! You kill and hurt bad people! Why am I bad? I didn't ask for this! I didn't ask to be special, nor did I ask to be kidnapped! I just want to go home...I want to hug my FAKE parents, and my BITCHY friends! Just, take me to San Antonio, so I could just go back to L.A and wait for a fucking creep to get me and do WHATEVER he fucking want with or to me!" She yelled, tearing up.

"Right, I'm sorry."

"Wait, Mark...I'm sorry. I'm just stressed. I mean you don't exactly get kidnapped everyday, and nor do you find out that you're a Special! Haha...I just...I'm just tired..."

"You have plenty of time to rest."

"No, like tired of life. Just wanting a break. Like now. I'll be better after this trip. Promise."

"A-alright...I'm just sorry. You didn't ask for this. You don't deserve this."

"Hahaha...I guess so...anyways, let's play a game!"

Sam and I talked through out most of the trip. It was pretty comforting having someone to talk to. Honestly, she's killing me more than she thinks.