The Kidnapper's Son

Part 2: Question Me

"Why don't you go first?"

Evan smiles. It had been another day gone and I had told Evan a little about myself. But I hadn't left that rotten room. But he seemed interested in me as I did him. The little he told me about himself made me so curious. And I felt less miserable. He was the only person I could talk to. I wouldn't waste that time.

"Would you rather kiss a dog or lick that wood?" He pointed to the wood that boarded up my window. It was gross, moldy and being eaten away, but it was enough to keep me from escaping the place and running away. I'm sure that was the last thing my kidnapper wanted. No good kidnapper wanted his... prey, if you will, to get away.

"Kiss a dog, as long as it didn't stick its tongue in my mouth." I giggled at my own response. Evan smiled humorously.

"Would you rather be married to a psycho killer and not know about it or a girl who is extremely fat and is dancer?" I grinned at him.

He looked at me like I was crazy but laughed. "The dancer."

"Why?"

"I would get to laugh at her dancing. I'm positive she would be very...."

"Jiggly?" I said, not being able to hold back laughter. He nodded, chuckling as well.

You know, even in the worst situations, this game could make anyone feel better. And this one was comforting. Evan was warming up to me and we were at a kind-of-friends stage. I was wondering if I was starting become more than that in his stunning eyes.

"Would you rather eat a moldy piece of bread or a moldy marshmallow?" He challenged. 

I smiled back at him. "I pass on that. Either one is nasty." I said, giving up. "I would get sick. And that never ends well with anyone."

But we kept going. For hours, we sat there, making up the nastiest or weirdest things we could, listening to the clock radio. Evan was very... creative and really gross when it came to this game. And so was I. I could come up with the stupidest things. You would be amazed. But that was what the game was for. And all of this wasn't that bad. I just wondered if my family noticed my absence.

We ended up leaning against the wall, sitting on my bed together, hours after laughing. "Do you know why I'm here?" I asked finally again.

He shrugged his broad shoulders and shook his head, basically just flipping his jet black hair smoothly. His bangs fell just above his dark eyebrows which was another attractive asset of his. "Honest, no."

"Why would your dad bring me here? And the way he did?"

"I don't have the mind of my father." Evan said. "I have about a forth of it."

I giggled. By then, I thought I was actually happy. Kinda. But I reminded myself this was only to get me out of here. Whatever this was. Just to leave this place and go home. And leave Evan. But my mind pondered on leaving Evan. Did I want to? Would Evan want to let me go?

"What has your dad done to you?" I asked, looking at the pale-skinned boy.

"What do you mean?" He asked, looking back at me. His green eyes pierced my hazel ones. Again with the amazing eyes? I almost started gazing at those beautiful eyes in amazment.

"Has he hurt you? Beaten you?" I asked seriously.

"No," He shook his head at me, as if confused. "He would never do something like that. Which is what makes me wonder why-"

"He would kidnap me," I finished for him and nodded, looking down at my knees. I had been hugging them to my chest. "It's weird, I know."

"He's never done anything like this. He was always good to me. Kept me alive. Taught me. This is just weird."

"Maybe he did it for you," I wondered out loud.

Evan looked at me. "Why would he kidnap a girl for me?"

"Maybe he thought you were lonely." I looked back at him.

Evan didn't respond to that and he looked away. "Were you lonely?" I asked him.

He sighed. "I was."

"You were lonely until I came here?" I asked. He nodded slightly.

"Don't you have a social life? A girlfriend? Someone that isn't stuck in your house?" I asked him, almost trying to lighten the mood.  He had to have someone more than me. I'm very very positive that he did, but I wouldn't really want to ask him.

"I'm home-schooled and I never was really one to talk to people," he said, looking at me. "It was easier to start talking to you," he added. 

"We were kind of forced into it." I wondered for a moment. "Did you dad just bring me here for socializing practice?" I said, basically kidding.

"No. I know he meant for you to have a much bigger purpose in my life than that." His eyes burnt into mine. He really liked making eye contact with me. His eyes were hypnotizing, gracious and wonderful. The green in them actually did seem to sparkle at me. It was just so amazingly unusual. How could a girl, some really lucky girl, not already love him?

His eyes seemed to be caught on mine. He would not look away. I really knew I didn't want him to look away either. There was something in there. His eyes asked me so many questions. Who are you really? What are you gonna do with me? Are you going to help me?

I broke the connection and looked down at my feet. He's so deep. It's amazing. Evan was an interesting guy. Handsome, mysterious and different. Someone just needs to find out his story. I wanted to know about him. I wanted to find out why he was the way he was, what make him Evan and why his eyes looked so amazing in regular lighting and, I bet, in moonlight. But what I wanted to know right then was that if he felt something for me too.