"You scared Princess?" Elijah whispers in my ear.
"Yes!" I scream, covering my eyes.
"Good!" He says and pushes us from the top of the hill.
We sled down the hill fast and wild. I haven't been sledding in years. When we reach the bottom my stomach feel queasy.
"You good Princess?" He asks.
I shake my head. "I think I need a minute."
"What's wrong?" He asks.
"My stomach." I groan.
"You should go to the doctor. Your stomach has been bothering you a lot lately."
I nod. "Can you take me home?"
He helps me up and we head to his car.
"Actually, I haven't seen Beatrice in a while, can you take me to her house?"
He drives me to Beatrice's house.
He looks down at his phone and then walks me to the door.
"Alright! Be on time to the party okay."
I nod. "Alright, I'll see you at there."
He kisses me on the forehead.
I walk in the house once he's gone.
"Beatrice!" I call.
"Well hello." Her mom greets.
"Oh, I didn't expect you to be here." I chuckle.
"Yes well, I'm actually on my way out the door. Beatrice has a guest over."
"Oh who?"
"Beatrice's abuelo!" A old gruffly voice says.
I turn and see an old Mexican man.
"You must be Eliza! I've heard so much about you!" He greets with a hug.
I hug him awkwardly. He doesn't seem like the kidnapper, Jacob made him to be.
Beatrice comes and gives me a hug. "What's up girl?!"
"Beatrice." Her mother calls.
Beatrice looks at her.
"I'm gone now."
Beatrice nods. "Bye mother."
Her mother glares at the old man and then leaves.
"So what brings you by?" Her grandfather asks.
"I just needed to talk to her privately."
He groans. "Alright, you girls go upstairs. I'll be watching tv down here."
Beatrice kisses her grandad on the forehead and we head to her room.
"Cómo va?"
"First, of all I don't know what you said."
"What's up?" Beatrice chuckles.
"Well first, how long has that been going on?"
"Since I was taken." She shrugs.
"Oh and so y'all getting to know each other?"
She nods. "Yes, he was telling me about my father."
"Oh. That's good."
"Yeah, it's emotional." She says lowering her eyes.
"So what about Jacob?"
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Another Cliché Love Story
Teen FictionHi, I'm Eliza. Looking back I probably should have left him alone. We went to school together all our lives, but I doubt he knew who I was. First red flag. Of course I knew him. The entire school knew him. Second red flag. He was hiding something. S...
