Apartment 502

Chapter 29.

Chapter 29.

I woke up by the feeling of someone's arms sliding under me. I felt myself being lifted and panicked, immediately opening my eyes to see who hoisted me up off the couch.
Jason.

"What are you doing?" My voice weary from lack of sleep.

He quickly looked down at me and continued walking, "well hello to you too sleeping beauty," a small smile formed on his face, "you've been sleeping since I got back,"

He started up the stairs and I gripped onto his shirt, nervous he might drop me. When he got to the top, he walked to my room, pushing my door open with his foot. He moved over to my bed and put me down gently, lingering above me for longer than he should have.

"What?" I questioned looking up at him.

He smiled and shook his head, standing up straight and walking toward my door. He grasped the doorknob and turned around to me,
"you up for a scary night?" a wide grin spread across his face.

Before I could even answer, he answered for me.

"Of course you are, be ready in ten."

He shut the door behind him as he made his way out of my room.

I leaped out of my bed not questioning where we were going at all. All I knew is I wanted to get out of this house and anything would do.
Since I only had ten minutes, I figured I should skip the shower until I came back from wherever we were going.

I skidded to my closet and pulled out my green military jacket and threw it on top of my white tank top I was wearing prior to choosing it. I paired it with black leggings and my brown combat boots.

As I finished getting dressed, I went to go look in the mirror till I realized it was in millions of pieces in the trash can.

I lightly jogged to the bathroom to look at myself. I had a bad case of bed head, which I decided wasn't even worth the trouble of trying to make it look presentable, so I put my favorite maroon knitted beanie on.

"Parker!" Jason called from downstairs.

I walked out of the bathroom and looked over the banister to see Jason looking back up at me. He had a humorous look on his face as he pointed to the imaginary watch on his wrist signaling for me to hurry up.

"That wasn't even ten minutes!" I laughed down at him, "Not fair!"

He rolled his eyes, "You're right," he chuckled "It's been eleven, let's go we're gonna be late"

I smiled at down him before I skipped into my room, grabbing my phone and sliding it into my pocket. I left my room and jogged downstairs to meet Jason, who was putting on his leather jacket. After he finished he turned his face to mine.

"You're ready? It's a miracle," he said jokingly, his pearly white teeth shined through his smile.

We started heading to the door, "Eleven minutes isn't that bad," I teased.

I felt Jason roll his eyes behind me as he shut and locked the front door.
As we walked down the stairs, I grasped Jason's hand without thinking. He looked down at me and smiled.

My heart rate started increasing rapidly. Not because I was nervous; but because I just grabbed my kidnappers hand voluntarily. And that scared me.

We reached the car and Jason led me over to the passenger's side, opening the door for me. He grinned down at me as I slid in with ease. He shut the door and walked over to the driver's side and got in.

He turned the engine on and started backing out of the drive way and onto the road.

I started thinking back to when I grabbed Jason's hand. Why did I do it? I honestly don't know. I felt the need to. I was drawn to him. No, not sexually or physically, but when I'm around him I feel safe. Out of all people, I feel safest with my kidnapper, the person I should feel the least safe around.