I fell in love with my kidnapper

Trust issues

We exited the house and walked to the car James had put me in when he had kidnapped me. I climbed in and turned on the radio.

James groaned as Justin Bieber started playing, "turn this off," he told me as he pulled out of the drive way.

I huffed, "why? Justin bieber is the best!" I told him.

He turned it off, "my car, my rules," he said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arm like the mature nineteen year old that I am. Note the sarcasm. We drove in silence to the mall and whenever James tried talking I would ignore him.

When we got to the car park of the mall I began to get nervous, was it to early for me to be a missing person?

As if reading my mind James began rubbing my thigh, "don't worry, you wouldn't have been reported missing yet. If anyone tries confronting us I'll turn to a bat and fly us home," he told me.

I got out of the car, "you can't, idiot," I responded and James smile turned to a scowl. He took my hand and led me into the first shop he saw. Primark.

I ran around the shop grabbing everything I needed. Scrap that, I ran around the shop getting everything I wanted. After Primark we went to River Island, New Look, Peacocks and Catwalk and when I was finished with my shopping spree we sat down on a bench. I looked around and noticed the sea of bags surrounding us.

I gasped, "how much did you spend on me?" I asked James. He shrugged his shoulders indicating it was a lot.

I ran a hand through my hair, "I am so sorry! You should've told me to stop," I told him. Even if it was only drug money, it was his drug money.

James laughed, "it's nothing, I have a lot of money," he told me.

"Drug money," I said. I didn't mean for that to come out.

James looked at me, his eyes were full of a mixture of shock and hurt, "actually no, it's not," he told me before turning away.

"What is it then," I mentally beat myself up, I need to learn to mind my own business.

James picked up most of the bags, "We're going," he said before storming of out of the shopping centre. I picked up the remaining four bags and ran to the car where James was loading the boot up with my newly purchased clothes. I threw my bags in and stood in front of the car door.

James stood in front of me, "move," he said sternly.

I put on a stern face as well, "hear me out first," I told him with a small smile.

James pushed me aside and climbed into the car. I fell onto my butt.

He wound down the window, "hurry up and get in," he told me.

I scowled at him, "or what?" I asked stubbornly.

He smiled but not in a kind way, "or I'll make you regret it," he said casually.

He didn't scare me, "how?" I asked. I had forgotten the fact that he was a blood sucking vampire.

He got out the car and lifted me up with one hand before throwing me into the black car. I fell against the door and yelped in pain.

James smiled, "let's go home. I'll deal with you when we get in," he said and the fear in me returned.

When we got back to his house he grabbed me by the wrist and painfully pulled me back into the house. He slammed the door behind him but never let go of my wrist.