Beauty And The Bad Boy

Chapter 3: The Witch's Curse

*Kaden's P.O.V.*

Everyone except Blair (because he's my step-brother. His mom married my dad.) had already gone home. It was 11:00 p.m. and I still had to deal with Isabella running her mouth about calling the cops.

"Are you for real now? Is your father okay with this? I can't believe this is happening to me! OMG, how will my father take this. I'm being kidnapped by a sociopathic douchebag with his family and friends. I could already see the headlines: '18 year old, Isabella Leighton, has been kidnapped by crazy people.' I'm going to die. You're going to kill me. It's over! I didn't even get to go to prom."

"Stop! Just stop. Please. You are not going to die. You're just going to stay here until everything is fine." I said frustrated.

"Nothing will ever be fine, if you don't let me go."

"I can't. Something will happen. I can't tell you, but something will."

"Unbelievable. I thought I had lost my mind hours ago, but it's just you." she said.

"I'm sorry I'm doing this to you, but--," My phone began to ring. I picked up the phone. "Hello."

"Hey, babe. I'm so horny tonight. All I can think about is you." The girl on the phone was Amber, who was a slutty, rich girl at our school. She was always desperate for me, Blair, and Asher.

"Hey, Amber. This is not a good time." I said.

"Come on, Kaden. I'll wear anything you like." she giggled.

I didn't want to pass up the offer, but I had to. "Sorry, Amber. Maybe next time."

"Like tommorow at school? Meet me at the locker room afterschool at 4:00. I'll be wearing something sexy." she said.

"Alright, babe." I finished the phone conversation with Amber and saw Isabella looking at me.

"You're flirting with Amber. That's low. Even for you. I hope she finds out how much of criminal and a crazy person you are. Then, maybe she'll never want a bad boy like you." Isabella said.

"Right, so that I can be all yours." I smirked.

"Don't flatter yourself." she scoffed while she rolled her eyes.

"I'm done with flirting you. Have you called your dad yet?"

"No. I'm just going to cry if I do. You took me away from the only family I got. All I have is my dad. My mom...she----" she stopped herself.

I put my hand on her shoulder. "Tell me."

She removed my hand from her shoulder and wiped away a tear. "Just give me the house phone. I think I'm ready."

"Okay, but hurry up."

I gave her the house phone. She dialed the number and waited. I could hear her father answer and speak up because the phone was on speaker.

"Hello." he said.

"Dad." Isabella responded.

"Bella, where are you? I've been worried sick about you."

"Dad, I'm okay. Just don't expect me to come home."

"Why?"

"Because...I'm running away."

I grew shocked. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"You're running away. What do you mean? Bella, what did I do wrong?" he said sounding worried and sad.

"You did nothing wrong. Except, you didn't tell me why you barely come home anymore. It's like you don't care about me." She tried to sound tough but her voice became shaky.