Kidnapped

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We get back to the house and he helps me to the bathroom. He starts to run the water again while I sit on the edge of the tub. My leg hurts worse than yesterday, and I think that is because it is infected since I didn't clean it.

"Do you need help...?" He asks me, with an unsure look on his face.

I feel my face get hot, and look away from him, avoiding eye contact. I shake my head, define fly NOT wanting my kidnapper seeing me naked. I don't want him to get any ideas, although I don't think he's like that. I should really just ask his name instead of calling him "my kidnapper," but I don't know if I want to. I don't want to have any connection with him at all.

"You can't do it by yourself, and you and I both know that," he says, tilting his head so that he's looking into my eyes.

He has such beautiful eyes. No, I take that back. He doesn't, his eyes are disgusting. He has stupid filthy eyes. I wish I could believe that...

"No I...I don't need help."

" you can't even stand up, how will you be able to get yourself in and out of the tub?"

"I would be able to stand up perfectly fine if it weren't for you!" I explode, my anger towards him bursts out of me. " if it weren't for you, I would be home, with my family," I feel my anger start to deflate and turn into sobbing. " I would get to celebrate my birthday with my family today..."

I tried to pretend it wasn't my birthday today, but it was. I turned 17 today. I was supposed to meet up with all of my friends and we would all go out for dinner, at my favorite restaurant, Bust N Burger.

I saw his face soften, and I see shame in his eyes. He runs his hand through his hair, making it look more perfect than it already was, somehow. Why is everything he does is so attractive? Why do u feel this way?

"I'm...I'm sorry, I didn't know."

" of course you wouldn't, your just a kidnapper."

He looks at me. " my names Luke," he says, a little bit of hurt seeping through his voice.

My mouth drops. I Did NOT want to know his name. That was the last thing I wanted to know.

"So...your 18 then?"

"No, I'm 17."

"But, you told me yesterday you were 17."

"Yeah well it was close to my birthday anyway."

"Look...I'm sorry I stabbed it in your leg and that today is your birthday, I'm sure you want to be with your family. But the least you could do for yourself is let me help you. I won't do anything."

By the way he said it, I knew it was true. He was genuine. I nod my head slowly. He suddenly reaches towards my face and gently wipes my tears away. He gives me a small smile.

"Okay," I say.

He helps me take my shirt off and my bra. He doesn't stare or act perverted. He helps slip off my pants. He stares at the gash he made in my leg. I hear him mutter, "I had no idea it was that deep..."

He gets some stuff and starts to clean it, and I cry out in pain every time he puts stuff in to clean it. When he finally finished, he puts a bunch of bubble bath stuff in the tub, then takes off my underwear. Neither of us make eye contacts as he helps me into the tub. I feel my face burning hot, although he doesn't look at anything.

He slowly eased me into the tub. It hurts my leg like crazy, but he's so tender when he does it that it definitely helps. I wince in pain, but eventually settle into a comfortable position. He washes my hair for me, and I can't deny that it felt really good. I wash my own body. The whole time I allow the bubbles in the bath to cover my body.

I look up at him as he washes my back for me. Our eyes meet, and I swear his face got pink. I smile at him and thank him. Suddenly we are very close, and I'm sure he's going to kiss me. I smell his minty fresh breath on my skin, his beautiful eyes looking intently into my grey ones. But, the moment passes, and he looks away.

We are both quiet, probably taking in what just happened. He clears his throat. "You ready to get out?"

I nod my head.

He holds out his hands and I grab them. He lifts me up a little bit, then puts one arm under my knees and lifts me gently out of the water and onto the rug. He quickly grabs a twirl and hands it to me, and I wrap it around myself as I support my weight on his shoulder.

I manage to put my underwear on myself. I sit on the toilet and he slides some sweat pants on me. He then puts a pink tank top on me. He helps me into my room, then lays me on the bed.

"I'll be right back," he says.

I close my eyes, taking deep breaths. It feels like I ran a marathon. It's a lot of work hopping on one leg. I hear him walking back and I open my eyes. I'm surprised at what I see.

"Happy birthday," he says while holding a mini cake.

I feel a smile form on my lips. He gives me the cake, and sits with me as I make a wish. I think for a moment. I wish I could go home soon. That's what I want...right? Of course. This guy hurt me, and kidnapped me. I want to be with my family, and I will escape.

I eat the cake silently, with only one thought on my mind.

I gained his trust...

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