CAPTURED

chapter 11

Anne POV

"My kid sister was raped and kidnapped right in front of me"

Did I hear him right?

I stood there dazed, I wanted to talk but nothing came out of my mouth, it was just unbelievable.

I finally recovered out of shock and I noticed he was grabbing the edge of the window too tightly that his knuckles were turning white-whether due to anger or to maintain balance- I wasn't sure

"I can't talk about this, Anne not tonight" his eyes were getting red and I knew it was a painful thing to talk about, so I let it drop.

"Am sorry I made you say it, I...."

"Don't be sorry, I had to let it go"

He lowered his head almost immediately and pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger as he winced in pain.

Panic flew to my heart as i reached to tap him, "are you OK?"

"Uh...yes..I am" he was having difficulty in talking, which made my fears worst.

He did this yesterday!

"Are you sure you are not sick?" I asked

"No, I will be OK with a glass of water" he stood up and quickly left to the kitchen.

What was happening to him?

He was looking like he was about to faint

He entered the room looking much better this time and he gave me those smiles that made my heart turn.

"Its still very early, you need to go back to sleep" he crossed over to the other side to lay the bed, when he was through, he urged me to go to bed.

I obediently climbed the bed and he tucked me in like a kid before leaving the room, closing the door being him.

I tried to closed my eyes to sleep but his voice kept booming in my ears

"My kid sister was raped and kidnapped right in front of me"

How on earth did that happened? Was that why he became a thug, to kidnap other people? To revenge?

What about his parents?

I rolled over to the other side of the empty bed trying to ignore the unanswered questions in my head.

Does he rape too?

That question made me shiver, and I pulled the blanket up to my chin.
His voice came to my head again

"I am a kidnapper, thug, gunman, whatever, you name it, but I can never be a rapist Anne, that's one thing I can never do"

I rolled to my stomach and dug my face deep into the pillow

That's true, if he is a rapist he would have raped me by now, wouldn't he?

Maybe he is saving it for tomorrow

I ignored my subconscious and closed my eyes, begging for sleep to come.

Maybe..............

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A sound from the kitchen woke me up with a start, I rubbed my temples at the slight headache.

And I remembered.

Today is the last day I have here and my last chance to escape!

I groaned and climbed out of bed, strolling into the bathroom to wash my face and teeth, I was about leaving the room when I caught sight of myself in the mirror.