Chapter 15

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A/n: yea from here it might be slower because I know where I want to take this book but I don't know how to get there, so bare with me.

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I wake up loving seeing him next to me. I trusted him and I knew he loved me as he made love to me. I smiled as I thought that this is how it could be from now on. I watched as his chest rose and fell and I didn't want to get up yet. I snuggled closer to him and wrapped myself around him.

This time we spent the whole day in Spain sight seeing. We visited "la Sagrada Familia" and I couldn't believe how it took 40 years to built! It was so beautiful and I never wanted to leave.

"You know, I always wanted to go to Spain?" I tell Ryan as we sat on a near by bench to rest.

"Really?" He says, "and how are you liking it so far?" And he places a small kiss on my lips.

"I'm loving it," I say resting my head on his shoulder. My feet ached from so much walking and the sun beating down on us was not helping with the situation.

"Ooooo come on!" Ryan said suddenly standing on his feet and pulling me up. Before I could ask "what?" He was already dragging me along down the street. I struggled to keep up with him. My feet ached and his strides were larger than mine. I tripped but I regained my balance and Ryan didn't seem to notice. We looked like a little kid running with a kite. I was flying all over the place as he dragged me along. Finally we stopped in front of a little cart with an umbrella.

"What is this?" I asked.

"This is the best ice cream ever," he said handing me a cup of ice cream on it.

"Gracias" Ryan said to the man selling it with his adorable American accent as he tried talking in Spanish. He sounded hot trying to speak Spanish.

I dip my spoon in the ice cream and slowly bring it to my mouth. Ryan watches me and I put it all in my mouth. My tongue bursted with flavor. This ice cream was the best ice cream I have ever tasted.

"I told ya'" He says noticing I was enjoying the icecream.

"How did you know about this?" I asked this time filling up my spoon with more icecream than before.

"When I visited Spain about a year ago, my sister bought it for me and we declared it was the best," He says as he eats his own icecream. I tried picturing his sister. I wondered if she had the same brown wavy hair as Ryans. Or maybe she also had brown eyes like Ryan's.

"You should meet her," he says, "you'll both get along great." I smiled at him loving the idea. I wanted to meet his family.

"Wait, do they know - that you - um - kidnapped me?" I say.

"No, they think I'm on vacation right now, which we are," He says. But I was still nervous. The truth always came out no matter how big or small or important it is. At the end everyone found out.

"Hey, I won't tell if you don't," he says smiling. He seemed more calmed than I did. I give him a shy smile and we start moving again.

When we reached our house, I was so exhausted. I collapsed on the bed not wanting to know anything or do anything. I wanted to sleep and never wake up.

"Get up, we're leaving," Ryan says looking more rushed than ever. I sit up rubbing my eyes and notice it was still dark out.

"What time is it?" I ask, but the better question would have been "what day is it?" because it felt as if I slept for 3 days.

"4 am," he says peeking out through the window.

"Why are we up so early?" I say laying back in bed. I wanted to sleep more. My body ached.

"We are leaving," he says and starts rushing out of the room.

"What? Why?" I say as he comes back in the room with our suitcases. This time I sit up and pull my legs out of bed. He was serious. I really loved Spain and I didn't want to leave just yet. I watch as he pulls out clothes and stuffs them in the suitcases. He wasn't even seperating the clothes, he was really in a rush.

"Put on your shoes and let's go," he says and zips up the suitcases. I slip on my shoes and he is already out of the door. I sprint after him and notice he is loading the suitcase in a taxi cab. He sees me walking down the stairs of the porch and rushes towards me and leads me to the cab by my arm.

"Whats going on?" I ask as I slid inside the taxi cab. Ryan doesn't answer, he just intructs the driver to take us to an airport.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"I don't know," he says while constantly looking out of the window and behind us.

"Is everything okay?" I ask. He looked nervous, and Ryan never looked nervous. It seemed as if he always had everything figured out.

"It will be," he says forcing a smile. I watched as his smile slowly dissapeared and his face was full of concern. I was having a bad feeling and those were never good.

We arrive at the airport and Ryan pulls out our luggages. He pays the driver and hands me 2 suitcases. "Stay close," he warns and I nod. He starts rushing inside and I struggle to keep up. It would be easier to stay close to him if he wasn't walking so fast. He turns around to face me and rushes back to me. He drags 2 suitcases in one hand and me in the other. We are soon at the front desk.

"2 tickets to -" Ryan pauses and looks at the available flights, "um Greece," he says.

"Flight leaves in 3 minutes," the lady says. Ryan nods and soon he is dragging me to another room to catch our flight. We aboard the plane just in time and once the plane takes off I ask, "So why did we leave?"

Ryan looks around him and then turns to look at me.

"I found this on the living room table when we got back from touring," he says and hands me a plain white card the size of a driver's license.

I flipped it over and there was a message on the back.

You can't hide. We'll always know where she is.

My heart raced and the only word that came out of my dry mouth was "Tom."

Ryan nods reassuringly.

"He found us," I think aloud.

"Not only that, he was in our damn house," he says angrily. But deep down I knew that the card was right and Ryan knew it too, no matter how hard he tried to believe other wise. We couldn't hide, sooner or later he'll find us. We couldn't run away from Tom forever.

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A/N: Second update! Whoop Whoop!

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