Kidnapped

I Want You

                          Luke's POV.

   Leaving her was one of the hardest things I have ever done, and I don't even know why. It felt so wrong to leave her there with him. Every time I thought about what he would do to her I would get a tight feeling in my stomach. Ugh. I need to let her go.

   I called up Mason, a friend I've had for a long time. He came by my house and I quickly told him the situation.

   "Sounds like someone's in love," he said with a smirk. I roll my eyes.

   "Nah, can't be. Luke doesn't love,"I reply.

   He pats me on the back. He takes out his phone and texts someone.

   "Who are you texting?"

   "Jessie. She's gonna help you," he says, the words rolling off his tongue easily.

   "Uhhhh, I don't need any help. I'll get over her, and that's that. She's fine," although I say this, I know none of its true. Not even the last part.

   The look on her face when he grabbed her. She looked at me like I would save her. She trusted me, thought I would. But when I didn't, the hurt on her face shown through, and it seared into me, leaving a scar.

   Soon Jessie arrives. She sits down and I again tell the whole story. She nods her head and listens the whole time, no interruptions. When I finish it is quiet.

    "What is the first word that comes to your mind when you think of her?", she suddenly asks, catching me off guard.

   "Beautiful," I say the first thing that pops to my mind.

   "What color are her eyes?"

   "A bright grey, can almost be seen as blue at first glance."

   "You know who you left her with right?"

   "Yes..."

   "You left her with your dad."

   It all hit me and I realized that I truly, really did love her. And I left her with the cruelest monster on this whole planet.

                     Kayla's POV.

   I was hand cuffed to a bed. Not the best position I have ever been in, that's for sure. I struggle to think of a plan. He's not coming back to save you. Get that out of your head. There is no Prince Charming, this is not a fairy tail.

   I hear the door open. The man walks in. I try my best to keep a blank expression. He walks over to me, a creepy smile on his face.

   "Well, look what we have here. Your a pretty one, aren't you? You won't be so pretty when I'm done with you..."

   Suddenly he brings a hand hard across my face. It stings, but u am yet to show any expression. He seems baffled that I had not flinched or even screamed. He brings another hand across my face, harder this time.

   Then, suddenly, he's on top of me, beating me like his life depended on it. But I was broken, there were no more tears to shed. I deserve this. Suddenly he rips off my shirt, and that's when I start to scream and squirm. No way. No way. No way.

   "Hold still you little..."

   He strips me of my clothes. I look up at him in fear, pure fear. But most of all, hatred.

    "This is going to happen, and it's going to happen my way. There is no escaping, and I will get what I want. I always get what I want, when I want it. And right now, I want you." He said, his face inches from mine.

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Ohhhhh cliff hanger! I'll get you the next chapter tomorrow. Sorry this one is a little short. Please vote and comment any ideas for the next chapter.