Courtney's POV
We arrive at a small shopping centre. I look out and see it was almost deserted. What if I find someone I know? What if someone reconsiders me? What if the police find me? Could I try and get away from Malcom? Could I try to get his gun? Malcom coughing brought me out of my thoughts.
"Can you stop planning your escape, because we both know it's impossible, and get out of the car?" I slowly get out and turn around, taking in my surroundings. Where even am I? How can I escape? Will Malcom shoot me?
"What did I say about escaping?" I hear Malcom whisper in my ear. Shivers went down my spine. Why does everyone make me nervous? What am I thinking? Of course they'll make me nervous! They kidnapped me!
"Come on, let's go." Malcom grabs my hand and we start walking into the shopping centre. Why does he have to hold my hand? Would he really shoot me in a shopping centre?
I watch as we passed supermarkets, shops, small two dollar shops, everything. This shopping centre has heaps of shops but looks deserted. We keep walking with Malcom and we finally arrived front of Wendy's.
"What do you want?" Malcom asks, stopping in front of the ice cream selection.
"A Malteser super shake," I reply. My signature ice cream from Wendy's. I don't think there has ever been a time where I haven't ordered that.
"Alright, go find a table. I'll bring it over." He's letting me find a table by myself? He's not thinking I could escape.
"Hello! Go find a table." He says again, clicking his fingers in front of my face. I just nod and start a search for a table. I feel like if I try to escape, he'll find me.
I find a table and sit myself down. I wish I could just get out of this mess! Why did I agree to go to Amelia's 18th in the first place? If I hadn't been there, I wouldn't have gone through the park with Brody. And I wouldn't have been kidnapped. Why can't I travel back in time? I didn't realise Malcom had come back till he starts clicking his fingers in front of my face again.
"What the hell did I say about escaping?" He leans in closer to me. "It's pointless, Courtney. Don't bother!"
I just nod. I can't be bothered to tell him I wasn't thinking about my escape plan. Why did these people kill Brody?
"He's your super shake." He says as he slid the cup over the table.
"Thanks." I mutter.
"I think we need to change your name."
"Er, what?" Why the hell do I need to change my name?
"If you want more freedom, we can change your name."
"What if I want to go home?" I whisper. Crap! Did I just say that out loud?
"I'm pretty sure, you know that won't happen. So may as well make the most of this freedom opportunity. Don't you think?"
I just nod. How can they trust me with freedom and they don't think I'm going to try and escape?
"We'll talk about that later. We can just enjoy ourselves now." Enjoy? I took a sip of my shake. Yeah, I can enjoy myself with you.
"So do you have an siblings?" He asks.
"Yeah." I bluntly reply.
"Come on. Talk to me a bit more."
"I have two older brothers and three sisters."
"And...?"
"What?" I'm so close to losing it at him.
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His Girl
Storie d'amore| First book in "His" series | "I'm really sorry, but you're going to have to stay here for the next couple of months. But trust me, no one is going to hurt you when you're here." My kidnapper says, gently. "Trust! Trust you!? How can I trust you...
