Kidnapped

Fake Girlfriend

   I sit on the couch and wait for him to get ready. Should I escape? No. I will learn more about him first, then gain his trust. I need to find out what he has planned for me and why he has me.

   He walks out of the bathroom, his hair freshly gelled. It's weird, how he looks so different that what you would picture a kidnapper would be. Not to mention how young he is. He's like my age!

   "Ready?" He asked me.

    "Yes," I reply.

   "Okay there are rules. One, you stay next to me at all times. Two, If anyone asks, we are girlfriend and boyfriend. Three, if you try to escape or tell someone, you will suffer the consequences."

   "Aye aye captain," I can't help by make a sarcastic remark. How can you tell a captive to not try and escape? That's foolish if you ask me.

I follow him out to his car and sit in the passage seat of his jeep. I roll down the window and stare out. It's a beautiful sunny day outside. I close my eyes and pretend that it is a normal day with my friend driving. I can almost make myself believe it.

   I look over at him as he drives. "May I turn on the radio, please?"

   He looks at me with confusion on his face. "I don't get it, most captives aren't as polite as you, aren't as happy."

   "I try not to think about how bad things can be. I just push it to the side and think about the good things. Someone out there has it worse than me," I reply. This is true, this is exactly how I think.

   "Oh.." He doesn't seem to know how to answer to that.

   He pulls up to a McDonald's drive through. He orders two breakfast burritos and two coffees. He hands them to me and I eat away.

   "See," I say to him, "this is what I mean. Not many kidnappers feed their captives."

   He chuckles. Soon we get to the mall. He makes me hold hands with him the whole time, and I can't say I didn't like it. Plus, he has to help me walk since I was limping so bad, from when he stabbed me in the leg. It hurt sooo bad.

   He lets me get a lot of outfits and shoes. He lets me get stuff for my hair. He even lets me get make up and other things I request as long as it's under $20. He doesn't seem like a bad guy. I don't understand at all.

   By the time we exit the last store, my leg is killing me, and I can barely walk. I stumble, almost falling, but he catch he's me. A few people turn their heads towards us.

    "Are you okay?" He asks.

   "My leg really hurts, I can't walk." I whisper.

   I feel tears spring to my eyes at the pain. I see guilt on his face as he looks into my eyes. Suddenly, he picks me up bridle style, causing me to gasp. He smiles.

    "Wouldn't want my beautiful girlfriend to be in pain," he says, winking at me.

   I know that the girlfriend thing was an act, but does he really think I'm beautiful. I feel my face get hot. I let him carry me all the way to the car. He gives me some Tylenol and then we drive back to his house.

   He brings me to the bathroom.

   "I'm gonna have to help you clean it. I know you can't do it yourself."

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Sorry this one was short and boring, but I'll make it up to you guys by making another one today, such will be a lot less boring and a lot longer. ;)