Kidnapped (Unrevised version)

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Chelsea's POV

"I look amazing on TV," I joked around to Drew. We were both sitting hip-to-hip on my hospital bed watching our interview on TV.

"Yeah, but I look way better," Drew laughed.

"In your dreams, Taylin."

"Then I must be living it, Stowens." Oh, Drew. He knows how to make me smile.

Once the interview was done, Drew turned the TV off and turned his body a bit to look at me. "We need to talk about this, Chels'." I love when he calls me that.

"No we don't."

"Yes, we do. You haven't spoken one word about me leaving. Do you even care?" No matter how hard he tried to hide it, Drew sounded a little hurt. I haven't talked to him about it at all, not even when he told me yesterday. He can't leave. He just can't!

"Of course I care! That's why I want to talk about it because I want to live in denial! I don't want you to leave. I can't have you leave. Don't you get that you're the only person that's fucking there for me!? The only person I can talk to!?" I buried my face in my hands and let the tears soak them. Why can't I ever just stop crying?

Drew wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer to him. I relaxed my back into the side of him and fit perfectly in the crook of his arm. He moved his arm down to my waist and held me close.

"Shh, Chelsea, shh. It's okay. I won't leave then. I just needed to hear-"

"So this is where my best friend's been off to," a voice said.

"Jay?" Drew asked. I wiped my eyes and looked in the doorway to see a bleach-blondie about the same hight as Drew, and in the same shape as him (good...really good).

"Long time no see, man," the guy said.

"Yeah, can I talk to you in the hall?" Drew gave me a quick squeeze and wiped the tear escaping my eye with the pad of his thumb. Once his skin touched mine, I felt...sparks almost...I don't know. But it felt good.

Drew's POV

"What are you doing here? How'd you find me?" I asked my best friend who I haven't talked to sense the day before I spent the night at Tiffany's.

"I wanted to talk to my best friend! And I found you because you're a always getting injured or in trouble, so I checked the hospital before the police station," Jay explained like it was no big deal.

"Wow, thanks. What a great friend," I sarcastically said.

"I am, though, because if I wasn't, I wouldn't have made the effort to check." Jay made a good point... "So why are you here and who's the hottie?"

I don't know why, but I felt just a little jealous when he said that. And the need to punch him in the throat. Or disintegrate him. "Hey, back off her."

"Geez, chill lover boy," Jay said and put his hands up in surrender.

"I am not and never will be a "lover boy". But did you see that interview they had on Channel 4 about ten minutes ago?"

"No."

"Look it up," I said and handed him my iPhone. Jay has a flip-phone. Very glamorous, don't you think?

He did some clicking around and then the familiar voices played through my little speaker. I watched his facial expression through the whole thing. Surprised, scared, sad, but most of all, fucking pissed. "Andrew," Jay's voice was almost a whisper filled with all of the emotions that matched his expressions.

"Let's go talk somewhere," I said before he could say anything else. "I'll be right back."

I ran back inside Chelsea's room and told her where I was going. I'd be back soon, though. It's too awkward to sleep at her-my house-without her. Just as I was about to walk out of her hospital room, I remembered I got her a present.

Reaching into my pocket, I grabbed a rectangular, wrapped package with a bow on the top. "I got you something." She smiled her sweet, perfect smile at me then greedily unwrapped the present. "You're thirsty for that present."

She giggled then gasped at her new iPhone now lying in her lap. "Thank you so much Drew!" I love when she calls me that.

"No problem," I smiled. She held out her arms and I closed the distance and hugged her. I bopped her hose gently in a playing manner when I let go. When my skin touched hers, I felt...kind of like these spark things...I don't know. But it felt good. "There's already some games and my number in there. Call or text me if you need anything. See you in a couple of hours.

Chelsea's POV

"Bye, Drew. Thanks again!" Wow, my own phone. He's too sweet. He must be the sweetest, most nicest boy at school.

I played games on my phone-I love saying, well thinking, that-before a nurse brought in flowers. "These were mailed here for you. They're very lovely."

"They are," I agreed. Black daises. I didn't know there was such a thing. The nurse set them beside my bed and left.

I was admiring them when a white envelope caught my attention. I pulled it out and opened it up.

You may have escaped, but it's not over yet

A/N

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