Stolen

Chapter One♧

I wanted for them to leave to make my way over to her table. The airport was crowded and no one would expect me to do what I was going to do. She held her frappe in her hand as she texted someone on her phone. I needed this to go as planned ir else everything would fall apart.

A older man with a danish in his hand passed by. I quickly pushed him and made him drop it on her. Gasping at the sudden mess that had landed on her shorts, she quickly got up and went to get some napkins. I hurried and slipped the white powder into the drink. I stood a few feet from the table and when she came back is when I approached her.

"H-Hi Bri'Elle" I said stuttering. Damn my speech defect. "Oh hi Jacob. What are you doing here?" she asked still wiping her lap. "Im w-waiting for a friend." I lied right through my teeth. "Oh thats cool." She took a sip and avoided contact with me. I could hear her mumble something under her breath "He's such a loser."

I bit my lip as I heard those words come out her voice fighting the urge to break down. I walked off and sat at the bench waiting for the effects to kick in. A few minutes later I saw her walking up and I followed her. I quickly grabbed her and handed her my misfits jacket. She slipped it on and I put her hair into a different style.

I handed the lady at the gate the two tickets I had to Columbia and we got our seats. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I just wanted her to love me. I brushed her hair back and whispered in her ear. "I just wish you would love me."

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When the plane landed and we left the airport Bri'Elle was still knocked out. I made my way over to my car and placed her gently in my car. It was a long drive to get back to my place. It was big, my dad left it to me when he died. Four rooms, four bathrooms a pool it was nice. When we finally arrived I unlocked the doors and took Bri up to her room and put one of my over sized shirts over her.

I laid in my bed and just dreamed about when this was over she would love. I drifted off to sleep in hopes that my conscience would leave me alone about what I did.

~Bri'Ella

When I woke up that morning I realized this wasn't at all where I wanted to be. I panicked. Someone kidnapped when I was at the airport yesterday. I quickly got up and ran around the house trying to figure out where in the hell I was. I walked into the kitchen to see a afro over by the stove. "Who are you?" I asked a little scared. I didn't know what was happening, but I needed answers.

When he turned around I shot my head back. This has to a joke. "I-Im sorry Br-Bri-Ella...." I cut him off as quickly as he started talking. "What the hell does your ass want with me Perez!" I yelled. "I just wanted you to love me like I love." he said hanging his head low.

This nigga must be crazy. I scoffed and folded my arms. "Who in their right mind would love a fag like you. Your just a weird ass used to be suicidal loser Perez and no one likes you. And I of all people could never love you!" I said looking at him.

I saw a few tears tickle down and hit the floor. "You could if you tried to." he said more so in a whisper. It didn't faze me to see him crying. I just don't understand why it bothered him before he had heard it all before.

"Why your punk ass crying?" "Cause You don't even know why I became suicidal. My mom killed herself when I was 13 and I was homeless till I was sixteen. Everyone made fun of me because of my clothes, even you... I just wanted everything to end." he left the room leaving me there quiet at what he told me.

It had been hours since I realized Jacob Perez had kidnapped and also since I bashed him. He never bothered anyone and was never mean to people. I sighed as I stared at the ceiling. Im a bitch I though, but that doesn't give him the right to kidnap me.... I need to get out of here.