Kidnapped By The Broken

CHAPTER 8

I was laterally bored to the space that i was now trying to count the number of hidden stars from above my ceiling. After speaking with Sopia and texting Sam, Brad told me to go to my room and he bought me some of mens clothes for me to wear. I took a shower and wored one of the grey t-shirt and a black pant. Now i was on my bed staring at the white ceiling not knowing what to do. I woke up around noon so all the thing i ate was still in my stomach, so i didnt bother to go down for dinner. I turned to my right to look at the clock. It was 8.58pm. I still couldn't sleep. I tried to change my position but everytime i turned my abdomen hurt.

Shall i go for a walk?

I looked at puppy who was curled on my comforter peacefully. He was so cute.

I wanted to drink something, as my throat felt dry. Slowly without walking puppy i got down and made my way to the kitchen down the stairs. It was pitch dark. I was never scared about darkness from the day mom went. It helped me hide myself from light.

When i made my way to the kitchen, i saw someone behind the fridge. It was Blake, with a water bottle in his mouth as he gulped the water. I slowly took this moment to look at him. He had strong cheek bones, a small scar near his left ear, it kinda looked cute.

When he turned my way, his eyes went wide and he paused drinking. The bottle stayed where it was, he kept staring at me. This is not awkward.

"Hi." I broke the silence. He did not reply but pulled the bottle away from his lips.

"Can i have some water?" I asked him. He just stretched his hand with the bottle towards me. I reluctantly took the bottle and kept my lips on the mouth of it and drank, still keeping my eyes on him. From the light of the fridge, i saw his warm brown eyes darken to a dark shade of brown. I took two gulps and pulled the bottle away from my lips. Only then i realized that i kept my lips on the same place he kept his. I blushed at the thought.

Way to go, now your blushing because of you kidnapper. Do you even know how to act if your kidnapped?

Blake kept his gaze on me, then it shifted to my left side. When realization hit me, i covered my left cheek with my wavy cruls and looked at the floor embarrassed. I felt him move forward, and a hand pulled my face up to look at them. Blake looked at me with soft eyes, he then held my left cheek and caressed my bruise. I kept my eyes on those warm brown eyes which was now with guilt. I did not feel angry at him for kidnpping me or the fact that he asked his men to beat me or the fact that he called me bitch countless number of times as i was used to my dad calling me that all the time.

Blake had a different effect on me. I closed my eyes and leaned to his touch. When i opened them, Blake was still looking at me. His stares did something to me. Everytime i look at his eyes i always felt like i knew him from somewhere, but i couldn't remember how.

"Who are you?" I whispered my thoughts out.

He realised what he was doing, he removed his hand and stepped back. With that he left, he left me with my own thoughts and questions.

I walked back to my room and got under my comforter and slept.

I heard someone calling me. I was in my most heavenly sleep and someone tends to disturb. I groaned and turned the other side. I then heard a chuckle.

"Hannah wake up. It's already 9 in the morning." Brad's annoying voice tried to wake me. I ignored it and went back to my heavenly nap.

"Hannah wake up or I'll bring a bucket of ice water."

That threat woke me up. I opened my eyes to see a laughing Brad with a hand on his mouth trying to control himself. I growled at the sight of him enjoying my distruction of sleep.