Laced-up love (A Ryan Hartman fanfic)

Chapter 7

Ugh. I wish I was free. I can't do what I want anymore. I miss my friends and my family. I mean, Ryan's nice enough, but I don't feel super comfortable around him. I want one of my friends with me; someone I actually know really well. This feeling of entrapment doesn't suit me well at all. I can't help but wonder, when will it be over?
   Ryan seems overprotective, as if I'm going to escape some day when he isn't home. I wish I could but I'm too scared that the alarms will go off and he'll get notified. He could hurt me. I'm just a weak girl and he's a strong and powerful hockey player. I could die. I could end up like that body. Even though he said it was fake, it still seems suspicious.
   I want to know why he wants me here. Why did the Blackhawks take me? Are even more of the players part of it? Why me? That's the most intriguing questions. Why me? I've always been nothing. Never that great looking, but not on the bad side either. I've just been mediocre. No one has ever paid attention to me like Ryan has, and in all honesty it's a little creepy.
   "Ryan I have to go skate. I haven't in like days and I'm scared that I might not make it into the Olympics. You know how much this means to me Ryan," I plead.
"Fine. Let's go. I'll drive you there myself. Put your shoes on and grab your bag. Hurry up." He seems impatient and moody today. I wonder what's up.
He hops into the car, and i quickly follow as well.
"You seem upset," I say.
"It's just that I have a game tomorrow night. In Washington. We suck compared to them. Sure they always choke in the Playoffs, but they have the best record in the league. Last time we played them we got shutout 6-0. So I'm upset," he rants.
"Oh." It's all I can think to say. I guess I expect him to be nervous about that game. Wait- it means more alone time for me...
I could escape. I could investigate. I could look for my phone. I could contact my family. And the authorities. I could go back to my normal life. I... I could live he way it used to be.
"I can tell by the look on your face that your planning to escape or contact the police. I'm going to leave this decision to be yours. I will leave you at my home with alarms off. But" -of course there's always a but- "I ask you- I beg you- to stay there and live with me. Don't leave me. I... I love you." Woah. This threw me a bit.
"I think I need some time to decide how I feel about that. And to decide if I want to stay or not." Damn. He loves me. We sit in silence for awhile until I speak.
   "Question. Can I have my phone? I think I'll stay for you, but I want to talk to my best friend."
   "Who will she tell?"
   "No one. I trust her with my life."