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Chapter Six

I had only been awake for two weeks, and Luke was already deciding to bring me out. Oh, what I would give to be inside his head. Obviously, he'd never kidnapped anyone before. Otherwise, he'd know he was being pretty stupid about this.

I wandered around the house some more before finally settling into the couch in the living room. I curled my feet up on it, grabbing the throw blanket from the back of the couch and draping it over myself. I turned the TV on and settled for some cartoons. Fairly Odd Parents was a classic.

I hadn't even realized I'd fallen asleep until someone was shaking my shoulder lightly and whispering my name. Luke had finally come home. I blinked and rubbed my eyes before looking up to see a wide smile and blue eyes.

"You really like to sleep, don't you?" he inquired, putting a bag down in front of me on the floor.

"You have no idea," I mumbled, still sleepy. "What's this?"

"I bought you some clothes," he shrugged. "Just a few pairs of jeans and some tops. I mean, I don't really know what girls like to wear, so I had some help. And I checked the tags on your clothes to get an idea of your size."

"Wow, that's not creepy at all." I said with a sigh as I sat up from the couch, taking the bag in my hand as a stood. Next to Luke, I saw he towered over me. He was well into six feet tall, while I was around five-foot-six.

"Be thankful I bought you anything." he shot back, but in a playful tone.

"Ah yes, thank you for the clothes, even though I don't need them when I already have clothes at my house."

"You said your parents didn't even want you back, so why would you want to go back?"

He had me there.

"Fuck off." I said over my shoulder as I trudged down the hall and up the stairs to get ready.

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Luke kept a firm grip on my left hand as he unlocked the door to the house. He pulled it open, slipping the keys into his pocket. The air was already getting cool and I wished I had chosen something with longer sleeves. The skinny jeans I wore kept my legs warm, along with the black boots that came up mid-calf. But the flowing white shirt I decided on couldn't keep my torso warm at all. I wanted him to sprint to the car, but he settled for a walk.

He opened the door for me to the sleek black car. I couldn't tell what make or model it was, but it looked like it could be potentially fast and incredibly expensive. I wondered how he got the money to pay for a car like this.

After shutting my door, he walked around the front to his own door, slipping into the car and turning it on. The engine revved to life as he drove down the long driveway to his house. It was surrounded by dense forests so no one would ever be able to hear me if he did happen to ever torture me.

We reached the road in what felt like a couple minutes. He turned onto it, easily falling into the pace of the traffic. I watched the world whir by as I thought about my situation. I should be six feet in the ground right now. Instead, I was in a small car with a guy who claimed to know so much about me; saying he "needed me".

"What do you know about me?" I suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

"I know your full name is Jemma Noel Oulette," Luke stated after a moment, shifting his arms so his left was on the shelf under the window and his right gripped the steering wheel. He rested his head on his left hand. "I know you have two younger sisters and your parents. You've been depressed for a while. You used to self harm on a daily basis. You've gotten a bit better, but you're still always unhappy."