Taken

Chapter 7

"Wake up," he said shaking me slightly. I wake up to find him hovering over me. I sit up and he gets off.

"You're cooking today, and that doesn't imply you running away, we don't want to repeat what happened yesterday, now do we?" He said pulling the covers off of me. I shook my head.

"Can I dress?" I asked. He eyed me up and down and bit his bottom lip. I had the urge to cover myself with my arms.

"Go ahead," he said. I stood up and opened the suitcase searching for some sort of pjs.

"Here," he said while throwing me one of his long T-shirts.

I pull it over me and he gestures to go to the kitchen. He waits until I go out to the room so he could follow me.

"This way," he said as I took a wrong turn. I wasn't necessarily paying attention yesterday.

Once in the kitchen I search for a frying pan to cook eggs.

"Here you go," I said as soon as I finished cooking and pushed his plate of eggs towards him. I served myself some and sat in front of him on the table.

We started eating and he watched me eat. I nervously looked around, admiring how big the kitchen and dining room was. It's funny how when your running away you miss things.

"I'm not going to run away," I said as he continued to watch me eat.

"I know, I just enjoy looking at you," he said. Ignoring his comment, I focus on my plate of food and eating.

"We could have gotten along just great, like we are now, if you wouldn't have disobeyed me," he said as he took a sip of his juice.

I don't say anything. I stay staring at my food.

"You know," he starts, "I'm not a bad person," he said.

"No, you just kidnap women, tie them up, beat them, and leave them there to die," I said angrily.

"One, you're not dead, two, you're the first person I kidnap," he said it as if it was no big deal. I roll my eyes at him. I wasn't dead but almost did die. Plus, he caused pain in me. You're never supposed to hit a girl and if you did, you were a douche and hopefully going to hell.

"You're mad at me," he said it not as a question but I decide to answer either way.

"I am passed being mad at you," I say. "I hate you, I detest you, I want to kill you," I said.

"You might want to kill me, but you won't," he said.

"Why are you so sure?" I said.

"You had the chance yesterday, but yet you decided to stab my arm," he laughed. In my defense, it was dark and I did it without thinking, it was a defense attack.

"I could have," I said finishing eating. He stood up and pulled me up dragging me to the kitchen. He rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a knife.

"Here, go ahead," he said handing me the knife. "Do it right here," he said taking my hand with the knife and placing the tip of the knife over his heart. I looked at the tip of the knife. I just had to add pressure.

"Go ahead, if you do kill me, I'll tell God it was all my fault, he'll go easy on you," he said laughing. I added a bit of pressure and looked at him.

"I'm waiting," he said. I bit my bottom lip. His life was in my hands. But I couldn't do it. No matter how much he hurt me, no matter how much I hated him, I couldn't do it.

"I can't," I said. "I'm not a killer," I said and stomped back to the room.

I sit down in the corner of the room, my butt still hurting from yesterday, and bring my knees to my face. I bury my face in my knees and I start to cry. I wanted to leave. I hated it here.

Ryan then walks in the room and stands in front of me. He then tries pulling me up but I force myself down on the floor.

"Don't touch me!" I yell. "I don't want you, I want to leave!" I say through sobs.

"P-please let me l-leave" I say. I knew he wouldn't let me, but it was worth a try.

"You want to go back to nothing?! Come on Bay, your old life can't be better than this one. You're better off with me." He said.

"You're wrong. I prefer my old life because I was on my own, I could decide what happened to me, and no one hurt me physically like you do!" I yell.

"Oh and you did such a great job taking care of yourself? You had nothing anymore. When I found you, you had no place to live, no food, and almost died! With me you have a roof over your head and food. You don't even have to worry about no bills or anything." He yelled.

"You almost killed me too! You can't possible say I'm better off with you!" I said. He was silent and just stared at me furiously. He knew I was right.

"I did the best I could on taking care of myself since I was born. You don't know what it's like to be on your own since you are born, I consider myself lucky for even living up to the age of 18 and not dying before then." I said and stood up. He was still silent.

"Now if you permit it, I would like to do what I am best at, and that is to be alone," I stood there waiting and not breaking eye contact. After what seemed hours he walks out and slams the door close.

I collapse on the bed still hating everything and missing my life.

At night he came in and laid on the bed ready to sleep. I headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I came out he was laying on his side, giving his back to the bathroom. I took that moment to walk towards the door and get out.

"Where are you going," he said still facing the other side. I didn't want to talk to him, I was mad.

"I asked you a question," he said raising his voice and making me jump and afraid.

"I-if you're sleeping here, then I'm sleeping in the living room," I tried saying without sounding scared.

"You're sleeping here, with me, and that is final," he says with that authoritative tone of his. I didn't want to disobey him so I turn off the lights and slip under the covers.

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A/n: vote comment share :)

I finally have internet on my laptop so I changed the cover :)

uploading another chapter just because I am happy and excited for tomorrow! I move in to my apartment with my friend and 4 other people! it should be interesting. plus I got a job!