Falling for my Kidnapper

Chapter 22:

I walked inside, and headed straight to the bedroom. It's been a long venture that was about to come to an end. No no time at all I'd be home, back with my family, and if all goes well, back to my regular life.

After all is said and done, I hope I make the right choice. To allow the boys to get away with everything, or to file a report against them with the police?

I sat solemnly on the bad, pondering the pros and cons of each situation.

If I let Chris and Dean go, they could try and find me again. Or maybe even hold another innocent girl captive. If I set them free of their mistakes, I have to come up with a damn good excuse as to why I suddenly disappeared. Then I better pray my parents don't, quite literally, kill me.

If I turn them in, what will I do when they get out of jail? Go into hiding? I'm sure they'll want revenge. I mean, I know Anthony wants me to let them face the consequences, I just don't know if that's what I want to happen.

Pulled out of my thoughts, it occurred to me that the note was still tucked into the depths of my pocket. I pulled it out, analyzing every wrinkle and uneven fold. I wasn't sure what it contained, but I wasn't sure if I was ready to know either.

However, whatever the note withholds could potentially hold something very important. It could acquire the answers to all my questions, it could help me make the final decision.

I opened one fold, pausing hesitantly. It was nerve wracking not having any idea as to what content it would display. It could say anything from "hi (-:" to an in depth depiction of how they would find me and brutally kill me with just a toothpick and a rubber band.

I continued unfolding it all the way, closing my eyes before resuming to read.

Hey Lex, what you're about to read may come to you as a surprise, or maybe you already put the pieces together, you're a smart girl. I'd like to start off by saying, I'm so fucking sorry for everything I've done, everything we've done. No matter how many times I apologize, I know it will never make up for the mistakes I made, I can't expect you to forgive me. The point of this note is to tell you, the last day I spent with you was planned, the intention was to let you go. As much as it troubled me to just let you walk, or should I say run, away, I knew I needed you to leave. I made a very idiotic decision when I first met you and it all started to hit me the night before, I knew I couldn't force you to stay any longer. The challenge was my way of moving on, it wasn't an accident that you managed to escape, it was all thought out. Now their's a strong chance we'll never see you again, and an even stronger chance I'll be seeing the cops in the near future, but it's well deserved. I just wanted you to know, I hope that no matter what happens, your life will return to what it was.
                                         Hate always,
                                        Chris & Dean,
                                        your favorite
                                        kidnappers<3

It was at that moment, I was left speechless, my mind couldn't produce any reaction. I was left with not a thought to concur. What do I do?