The Boy With The Accent

[29] Boy's got Balls

To the new list of beginning writers!

"Good Girl Gone Bad" by Hopelessromantic_16

"Shy Girls Secret" by Devil_in_disguise

"They call me Karma" by Devil_in_disguise

I know it's short but that's because the next chapter is going to be super epic and I didn't want to put it in with this one and make it too long or too messy. 

Love you guys so much for everything you've done for me and all your support!

You guys are the best readers ever!

Love you guys!

~Alice

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 I woke up with a start, launching my head forwards. I felt a banging headache and groaned as I reached up to rub my forehead when I noticed my hands were restrained. Both hands were handcuffed to the post on the side of the bed. I looked at it in disbelief, not understanding where he had the balls to do this because he knew I'd kill him.

"CALEB!" I shouted while tugging harshly on the handcuffs and bruising my wrists, but that didn't matter or bother me since my mind was solely focused on killing Caleb for knocking me out. "YOU SON OF A BITCH GET YOUR ASS IN HERE NOW!" I kept shouting for the fucker and soon enough the boy himself walked in, but he didn't have the smug look on his face I thought he'd have. "Did you seriously handcuff me to the post?" I asked still not believing it.

"I couldn't let you go out and get yourself killed."

"Caleb they have her!"

"I know. And we're doing everything we possibly can." He said stepping closer and sitting next to me on the bed.

"How long have I been out?" I asked rubbing my temple against my shoulder.

"Around 72 hours."

"What?!" He winced at the volume of my voice. "3 goddamned days?! Do you know what they could do to her?! What they probably already did?! I can go into detail for you!" I said letting my anger get to me.

"I KNOW!" He shouted back, shaking in anger. "I know." He whispered. I kept my mouth shut. Whenever he yelled like that it was best to just let him sort himself out. "God! Don't you think I know?" He asked almost pleadingly. "Almost every night, when you're in my arms, I'll think about every possible thing they could have done to you until I fall asleep." I looked at him more closely and for the first time I noticed the pronounced bags under his eyes. "It kills me to think someone might have touched you in any way." He touched my cheek as his green eyes bore into mine. "But I don't care if you hate me for the rest of your life, I'm not letting you on a suicide mission." His resolve came back and his gaze hardened. "We will find Kayla. But on my terms." He left room for no arguments so I nodded. He sighed in release and laid his forehead on mine with his eyes closed.

"Caleb?" He hummed in response. "Get me some food and water and uncuff me." He opened his eyes and looked at me confused. "It's been 72 hours. I'm fucking starving." A grin spread on his cheeks and soon he started laughing, and laughing non stop.

"God you're incredible." He said kissing my forehead before standing up and uncuffing me. The first thing I did when I had my hand movements back was punch him across the face. His head launched to the side and he gripped his jaw as he stumbled back.

"And that's for knocking me out." I said standing up and rubbing my wrist. He chuckled and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me into his chest.

"I wouldn't expect anything less." He whispered before kissing me. I kissed him back for a while before the realization of what I was doing hit me and I pushed him away with a glare.

"Until we find Kayla, no love for you." I humphed and turned around. He wrapped his arms around me again and pulled my back flush against him as he nuzzled my neck.

"Love huh?" He whispered. I immediately tensed.

"Wha- No- I didn't-" I stuttered trying to pull away from his embrace but he only held me tighter and chuckled into my neck.

"Shut up, Katarina." I huffed and sagged in his arms. "I love you too, my Katarina." He whispered. I tensed again remembering how he told me that the other night. I simply thought he was dreaming or something.

"I know." I whispered with a small smile.

"You know, huh?" He spun me around in his grasp. "And still, no "love" for me?" He asked with amusement though his eyes held slight disappointment and shock.

I rolled my eyes and stood on the tips of my toes, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. We didn't deepen it, this was all we needed from each other. To be in each other's arms without anything in between. I took a step back and pointed out the door. "Food now." He chuckled and bowed mockingly.

"Yes, my love." He winked before walking out the door with a goofy grin on his face. I stood there for a few seconds, saving that goofy smile into my memory before jumping in the shower and planning my escape.

I nodded to his words. I never agreed to anything though.