Faithful

Chapter Twenty

"What?" I squeaked and fell out of his arms onto the hard floor. "Annabelle I'm not going to do anything to you so you're fine," he chuckled, "I would never do anything to hurt or upset you." I got up of the floor and brushed myself off. "How many people have you done this to?" I interrogated. He frowned at me. "Have you ever watched the transporter?" He asked so I nodded. "I usually follow similar rules about not asking questions or getting to know who the person is but I couldn't help but want to know you," he sighed, "and I may have accidentally began to have feelings for you... and when I woke up after you had put me into bed and I watched you... I knew, I knew you were more than someone who needed to be protected by me."

"I knew I wanted to hold you tight and keep you safe beside me... I don't know where this may go, hell I can't give you everything they probably give you!" He babbled on. "I never cared about money, all my nineteen years I was looking for that special someone and then I got kidnapped and I fell in love with him and I don't know... I don't know if I love you," I cried. "Just answer this... do you have some form of feelings for me and what are they?" He asked. I thought for a moment as I sniffled and tried to dry my tears. "I feel safe around you, I liked the fact you haven't tried to get me into bed yet and that you've been a gentleman even when I wasn't very lady like," I explained, "you make me laugh... we have a lot in common, you make me happy."

He gave me a smile and hugged me. "Love doesn't always happen overnight but feelings can grow so please, just promise me this," he whispered in my ear, "don't just deny your feelings... give them time and if they blossom into something more... let them." I looked up at him with a smile. I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and whispered, "I promise." His hug was a little tighter before he finally let me go. "You look like you need a drink miss Brewer, so what will it be?" A teacher asked. I turned to face him and asked, "got any whiskey?"

He laughed and brought us into his office. He opened his draw and pulled out a bottle. "Small?" He chuckled probably knowing what I was going to say. "Large... bad day," I giggled. He poured me a glass which wasn't to my portion standards but I wasn't going to be rude so I just thanked him and took the glass. I'd necked it in seconds as usual. "Annabelle now's not the time to get drunk," Blake complained. "Come on and live a little," I sighed. He ruffled my hair like I was a dog or something which gained him a blank 'wtf' expression from me.

"I haven't ate today," I sighed, thinking about how hungry I was. The nice army teacher man took us to the canteen where a lot of curious teens too young to join the army began gawking at me. Blake went off to do something or other whilst I got some food. I sat down at an empty table and began to eat. "So then... what's a pretty delicate thing like you doing here?" Some student sat beside me and began to flirt. "Dude don't!" Someone whimpered in the background. "If you don't want to end up like that guy at the main entrance you'd do well to stay away from me," I laughed.

"Oh and what happened to the guy at the entrance?" He queried. I pulled the gun from my back pocket and banged it on the table. He was quick to scoot away from me. "J...just who are you?" He stuttered. A girl came over and scoffed, "seriously Brian don't you watch the news... she's Annabelle Brewer, that girl that got kidnapped by the Russian Mobsters!" I rolled my eyes and continued eating. Whispering everywhere... oh and stares, lots of stares! "So... what happened to you?" The guy called Brian asked cautiously which made me laugh.

"I was going to be drugged up and sold into prostitution but the boss of the whole operation took a liking to me," I sighed, "so yeah now he's currently blackmailing the police that if I'm not returned to him he's gonna do some bad stuff... because that's what he does." They all sort of looked at me like I was weird. "Do you learn how to shoot a gun here?" I asked bluntly. He nodded. "Cool, I got showed how to use a gun to try and cheer me up... and I've got this habit of never missing so if you don't want a bullet between your eyebrows you better get going!" I threatened.