Kidnapped

Feelings ... again

Finally, after three long days, James and I were sitting on his private jet heading to America.

Since he hadn´t wanted any attention from the media, he basically stayed inside my house for three days straight, which I had absolutely no problem with. My family seemed to really like him as well, though my grandparents had problems comunicating with him since their English weren´t great. Matilda came by one day and nearly shit her pants (her words, not mine) when she saw him standing in my kitchen.

At first the teachers didn´t want to give me time of from school since I had already missed so much, but I convinced them that I could really use a vacation where I did not spend all my time captured by perverted maniacs. How could they argue with that? Besides, despite my absense, I had top grades in every subject.

I also had to persuade my parents that I could go. I guess that can be understood considering I was kidnapped and went missing for three months the last time I was in America. Eventually though, James managed to persuade them, promising to keep an eye on me and to never leave my side. Butterflies started to flutter in my stomach when he said that. I was going to be away for two whole weeks. Just James and I for two weeks, and he promised to never leave my side. I could imagine worse things happening.

Before we were to leave for the airport, Jonas came in to my room. He had this look on is face that made me worried. Something was bothering him. He closed the door behind him and sat down on my bed. I sat down beside him and took both his hands in mine, feeling his familiar touch.

"Before you go, I need to talk to you", he whispered, so no one outside would be able to hear us.

"Okay..."

"Just ... I´ve noticed ..." he looked down and seemed to be struggling with his words. I waited. "Something happened between you and James in the basement."

It was not a question but I answered him anyways. "Yes." He just nodded and squesed my hands a little harder. He bit his lip and looked so lost that it broke my heart. My sweet brother. If I could I would have taken all his pain away. All his worries. He had been through way to much. 

"I´m not going to tell you that it´s wrong", he finally whispered. "He´s older, yes. On the other hand, even a blind man could see how much he loves you. Believe me." He laughed a little and I couldn´t help but giggle at his joke. Then he turned serious again. "I´m only telling you to be careful. You´ve been in so much pain lately and ... it would kill me if something bad happened to you. I love you."

I took him in my arms and desperately held back my tears. He put his arms around me and rested his head against my shoulder.

"I love you too", I whispered in his ear and kissed him on the cheek. "And I love James, very much. More than I should. I just can´t help it. Do you think anyone else have noticed?"

He laughed and shook his head. "No, the others are so blind it´s ridiculus."

I laughed again and stood up from the bed. I took my suitcase in one hand and Jonas in the other, and together we went out of the room. Five minutes later, me and James had left for the airport.

James and I had barely had a minute alone just the two of us since I woke up in the hospital. I had looked forward to the long flight ride alone with him. But when we sat there, all of a sudden it felt akward. I didn´t know what to say to him and I guess that neither did he. We sat there in our armchairs and looked anywhere but at each other.

After a while a waitress came in and asked us if we wanted something. I sighed with relief. One more minute with that akward silence and I would have exploded. James turned towards me with a smile on his face.