Kidnapped by Mr.Perfect

Chapter 11

The room was cold and my body ached. I honestly never would have thought the way I would have gotten away was being shot, but honestly I thought I was going to die so I guess I got lucky. I felt a warm hand around mine. I so desperately wanted to open my eyes to see who it was but they would not budge. I quickly came to the conclusion that I was in a coma.

"Can you wiggle your fingers for me." The voice was faint and foreign. It took all my might but I felt my hand lift from the sheet it once rested on. "You are doing amazing, do you think you could open those eyes for me."

This one took a little more energy and little more time. She keep telling me to take my time. After what seemed like twenty minutes, the light from the hospital room finally hit my eye. I looked over to see Blake. I was very confused. I took a hard blink and there he still stood. The lady that was talking to me did not have any scrubs on and as I took a look around me. I was not in a hospital.

Blake placed his finger to my lips, "Don't try to talk, it will only make you feel worse. I will come back later when you are hopefully up and about and explain everything to you then."

Blake left the room and I was left in confusion. I have no idea what Blake needed to explain to me. Was it the fact he did not take me to the hospital so he wouldn't end up in jail. For a split second I thought Blake was actually going to change. I guess people can not change.

My thought were interrupted by a soft tap on the door. Blake opened the door carrying a McDonald's bag.

"I thought you may be hungry."

Blake grabbed a chair from the corner of the room and brought it next to the bed.

"Feeling any better." Blake spoke as he pulled out two large fries from the bag. "I thought maybe you would want something that doesn't look like it was pulled from the garbage can." Blake laughed as he pulled out two sandwiches from the bag and a ten piece chicken nuggets. Blake handed me the nuggets and fries and set a drink down by an end table. I picked up the drink, the coldness relieved my throat of the burning pain.

"I remember you would always get a ten piece chicken nugget with a large Pepsi after every football game. It was a tradition." Blake took a minute to laugh and then continued, "Life was good then. We really didn't worry about anything." Blake paused and I saw the tears forming in his eyes. "I didn't choose this life and I didn't choose to kidnap you."

I looked at Blake. The tears were flowing freely now. "I put on an act. This act that I am this big, strong person. I am crushing inside, the pressure of being a gang leader is unbearable. Make one wrong mistake and look where you end up. I was just a kid trying to make it big, Ran into the wrong group and bam, I'm a gang leader with my own group. I learned how to survive on those streets because if I didn't I would did. That's the past and now I need your help."

Blake's tears stopped and he looked at me with guilt in his eyes. "You can go home tomorrow, but you need to do something first. I promise, there is no catch. A person I supply to needs a young, beautiful women to deliver a special shipment and he found you one day. Like I said I learned to live on the streets, so I need you to do this."

I'm finally going to be able to go home. Tears began to stream down my face and I hugged Blake.

"I will do it, but I expect to go straight home."

I was going home but I still felt this sadness in my stomach. I looked at Blake and he looked back. I couldn't resist, I kissed Blake on the lips. He was taken by surprise, but soon joined in. After what seemed like forever, he pulled away.

"Well, you have a big day tomorrow. Let's get you ready."