Kidnapped

Chapter 10

"What were you talking about with Nash?" Carter asked me.

I couldn't say anything, I was terrified. He knew my real name, my mom's name, heck he probably knew my dad's name too!

"Sydney!" He yelled, "don't ignore me."

I couldn't even look at him, but I managed to whisper something, "can we please go home."

"What the fuck did he say to you? Tell me. What were you guys talking abo-" before he could finish his sentence, his mom came and asked him to talk to her.

I let out a sigh of relief before I noticed Nash walking toward me.

"We didn't finish our talk, Darling." He smirked.

"H-how do you know all of this?" I questioned him, my voice coming out weaker than I wanted it to be.

"Your dad is looking for you, Darling."

"Don't call me that!" I hissed at him. "My name is Sydney. S-Y-D-N-E-Y. SYDNEY."

"Don't fucking hiss at me, or else I'll tell you dad about your place right now!"

I remember that moment very vividly. I can almost reach out and touch the memory. The memory of my dad, the last time I saw him. A tear escaped my eye, but I wiped it away quickly.

He can't tell my dad. No, he won't.

"He is sick! Do you want me to end up dying like my mom?" I yelled at him. "Just leave me alone, please."

"Do you like it here? Being dragged around by Carter? Living a life of a slave?" He yelled back.

"At least he is not planning on killing me." I said.

"You know what, let's go somewhere to talk about this. Somewhere that we can talk privately." He requested.

"Do you think I'm dumb or what?" I laughed, "I'm not dumb enough to go with you anywhere. Now screw off."

He was about to say something, but as soon as he saw Carter coming he shut his mouth.

"She's so funny," he fake laughed before he left. I did too.

I don't want Carter to know about my past. Nobody knows, not even Emily. I'm too scared to tell people. They would call me 'a-daughter-of-a-psycho'.

As I was thinking about a lie to tell carter, he started speaking. "Let's go home, we need to talk." My heart dropped as he said these words, 'we need to talk'.

"Okay," I said softly.

*skip car ride*

"Okay, let's see." He said, "are we doing this the easy way or the hard way?"

"Huh?" I questioned.

"Are you going to tell me what the fuck you guys were taking about, or do I need to figure out?"

"Oh, um. We were just talking about how me and you met. That's all."

"Yeah? And how did you tell him we met?" He waited for an answer.

"I told him you went to the same school as me, a-and we, we both-" before I could finish my sentence he punched the wall.

"He knows the truth Sydney, don't fucking lie to me. You're not very good at lying, so unless you know how the fuck to back up your lies don't lie." He yelled.

I started crying. "You don't want to know carter, trust me."

"So there is something I don't know about, fucking great!" He yelled. "It's either you tell me, or your life will become a living hell sydney, you have the choice."

"Living hell? More than it is already?" He slapped me. I could tell he was getting really mad by now.

"Honestly you're crossing the line, I'm not your fucking boyfriend okay? And I'm for sure not someone you can talk to this way." He said, "you're mine sydney, MINE. You will do whatever the fuck I tell you to."

"One, I'm not a fucking property. Two, honestly just kill me already." I said.

He looked at me, giving me a stunned expression.

"Do it. Go ahead, where is your gun? Kill me. What are you waiting for." I yelled. "Sydney do this, Sydney don't do that. Sydney either tell me or I will beat the shit out of you. Sydney sydney sydney, fuck sydney. Kill me fucking Reynolds."

"STOP!" He yelled. He smashed his lips into mine, he kissed me softly, I could feel my heart skip a beat.
Then he pulled away, "don't ever say that again, okay? You're mine Sydney, and by mine I mean nobody will hurt you, including myself. I will take care of you. You're not here to die, I-I" he stopped without finishing his sentence.

I looked at his lips, wanting more, and without realization I smashed my lips into his and started kissing him again. I don't want to be a victim of stockholm syndrome, but I loved Carter way before he kidnapped me, and I don't think I will stop now.

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Hi guys, I updated again after a while! Ahaha. I honestly don't update unless someone asks me to, because yano if no one is reading the story I don't feel like writing cuz what's the point? But anyways enjoy. 💋 love ya!