Falling for my Kidnapper

Chapter 23:

I skimmed over the letter once again, briefly. I should've known he intended on freeing me, he was too quick to not be able to catch up to me.

I now knew I didn't have it in me to turn them in, or was that what he wanted? Did he want me to acquire reluctance in terms of calling the police?

I shook the thought off my mind, he wasn't sly like that. Despite being a kidnapper, he was genuinely a sweet guy who just made a horrible mistake.

On the bright side to all of this, he didn't murder me, I made it out alive. In his hands, he could have easily killed me. In fact, I don't think he'd even be a suspect. In my regular life previously, he had not a single connection to me. No one would have guessed it.

"Come to terms with a decision yet," Anthony stood in front of me, nonchalantly leaning against the door frame. He had a slight smile, the kind you give someone you feel bad for.

I frowned, "the right thing in your mind and the right thing in my mind are complete opposites."

"Lex," he paused, "teach them a lesson. Don't let them get away with this, how many times do I have to tell you?"

I fiddled with my fingers, trying not to break down in tears. If only I knew my life would turn into this just from going for a walk.

He sighed, "listen. If you're worried about them coming back for you, then cut it out. I'll do whatever I can in my power to make sure that doesn't happen."

"That's only slightly part of my thought process." I continued playing with my fingers, trying not to make eye-contact.

"You know, if you call the police, I guarantee you're good to go. The police sure as hell will make sure you're in good hands. Stop worrying about how your kidnappers would react and start worrying about yourself. Their feelings shouldn't matter, at all!"

I looked up, and tears immediately fell. I rubbed them away as quick as I could and tried to hold my composure. "When I used to see people go missing on news, I never imagined being in their situation."

"People never believe things like that can happen to them, but it's average people all the time. You live and you learn, Lex. You didn't do anything wrong. Please don't blame yourself." He walked over to me and placed his hand on my shoulder, "once I get you home, don't expect me to be out of your life. I'm staying to help you, we'll get through this together, I promise."

I hugged him for what felt like an eternity. When he let go, I said, "thank you," then decided sleep was much needed.

Tomorrow, I will go home.