Kidnapping her Heart

Chapter 5: The floor makes a pretty sucky bed

Picture of Keith (Alexander Ludwig <3) on the side!

~ McKenzie ~

“Why didn’t he shoot at us,” I mumbled my mouth too full of M&Ms to speak properly.

“Betting he was an amateur, maybe even the Target security guard,” Kayden muttered as we pulled up to the hotel. “Let’s get some sleep, I’m beat.”

I nodded and stifled a yawn, all that running was exhausting!

As we walked into the room and flipped on the lights, something hit me.

“NO, no no no no I am not sleeping on the filthy floor!” I gasped.

“Ehhh? Princess, we made a deal. I drove you to Target which means I get the bed.” He smirked.

Darn him and those gorgeous smirks!

“But it’s dirty,” I whimpered sneaking a peak at the floor.

The brown carpet (which suspiciously resembled the color of poop) must’ve been some other nice color back in its day but is now ratty and stained. YUCK!

“And the bed isn’t?” he shot back. Well, he did have a point there. Who or how many people slept or did god knows what on that stingy bed.

“Look, I’ll even throw in this nice pillow from MY bed to make it alllll better,” he teased tossing me the smallest and dirtiest one.

“Whatever,” I rolled my eyes, waving my hands dismissively. “Have fun sleeping on that STD infected mattress. Ill be perfectly happy on the ground.”

Kayden however just rolled his eyes and made his way into the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind him.

Douche!

I made a make shift bed on the ground using a ton of towels from the closet and my comfy pink blanket from home. Using my luggage as a pillow, I propped myself up by the elbows and read the article of me in the magazine Kayden stole.

It was pretty much like the other articles I’ve read. It was about my whole ‘Missing Again’ crisis filled with interviews of people from town who knew me. This time they interviewed the weird janitor at school.

Well this is an improvement! Last month’s issue consisted of a heated interview with the pizza boy who proclaimed his love for delivering pizzas to me or the month before that with the garbage man who complained about his low salary.

I quickly closed the magazine to study the cover of Keith and I. We were both arm in arm in our Letterman’s (his was for football and water polo, mine was for Track & Field) each holding a slice of cake from my 16th birthday party.

Of course my parents would choose this picture of me for the magazine.

I couldn’t blame them though, it was utterly adorable and I couldn’t help tear up a little. Keith looked so perfect with his messily styled blonde hair and 100 watt smile. His hip hugging Abercrombie & Fitch skinny jeans made him look sexily slim and the navy blue v-neck underneath his Letterman emphasized his muscular chest and brought our the brown in his eyes. He was a freaking supermodel!

I bit my lip; we were the perfect couple! Why did he break up with me?! Oh yeah, he fell for my worst enemy and that hurt… so freaking much!

I heard the bathroom door swing open and quickly buried my face against my luggage, the rough material scratching my cheek. No way was I going to let my insanely hot kidnapper see me crying!