Kidnapped (Scomiche)

Nineteen

Day 93
(Continued)

"I'd never ruin you." I hear him say. Kirstie almost immediately turns back around and runs to him, asking if he is okay and if he still feels sick. For me, I freeze. I wipe away another tear and fall to my knees in relief.

He is okay.

I hear him ask if something happened to me and she said I'm just having a moment. A pretty fucking great moment, because he is awake and talking. And he is okay. I wipe away my last tears, getting up and slowly walking to him.

I sit on the edge of the bed. We just look at each other for a moment. His hand grabs mine and a smile creeps it's way on my face. He kisses my hand.

"Are you okay?" He asks. "Does anything still hurt? I love how caring he is. He could've died, but he is worrying about me instead.

"I missed you so much." I say before connecting our lips. I lightly rest my hand over his cheeks. I was crying and we both knew it, but they were happy tears. Because he was okay. Scott was alive. The thought makes me smile.

He pulls away for a moment.

"I'm in love with you. Completely and utterly in love." And be connects our lips again.

We were a mess. Kissing, crying, laughing, and smiling. And Kirstie was watching it all. I knew she was happy for us and probably ecstatic that this was happening. 

I finally crawl into the bed next to Scott, not once breaking the kiss that started rough and needy and has developed to be calm and wanted. Passionate was a good word.

I pull away. Not because I wanted to, but because Kirstie was literally standing five feet away.

He smiles and pecks my lips one more time.

"That's a good way to greet me. You should do it more often." He says. I laugh and cuddle into his chest, careful of his cuts and bruises.

"Does it hurt?" I ask, running my fingers up and down his arm and chest. Kirstie gets a clue and goes to the bathroom. I hear the shower run and smile.

"Yeah. I'll be fine, though."

"You promise you won't die on me?"

"I promise."

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Day 97

I hear the sound or sirens. The sound of a door smashing and the calls of police men rushing through the house.

Kirstie and I run over to Scott. I was unsure of whether to be excited, scared, or both. I think I was both.

"Get on the ground!" I hear a man call. Scott has his arms around both of us and we are huddled into a corner. Kirstie is crying, Scott is being brave for us, and I stare at the door emotionless. They needed a key to get in, the door was bolted shut.

"Can they even get in?" I ask Scott.

"Of course they can." He reassures. I nod and wait. "Guys." He starts and we both look at him. "I think we're getting out of here." He smiles.

I hear the sound of a gunshot and I flinch. Scott holds me tighter and tells me not to worry about it, that we would be fine.

The door to our room finally is knocked down. Several men in a uniform rush over to us.

"Scott Hoying, Mitch Grassi, and Kirstie Maldonado. This is you?" We all nod. They lightly grab our arms and take us outside. The brightness of the sun blinds me. I hadn't been outside in almost 100 days. We are put onto the back of a police car.