Loving The Enemy

2: Meeting him

      When I wake up, my hands are bound behind my back, and my mouth is gagged. It is the dark in the room, so I can't see where I am. I tug at my restraints. No luck. I slump defeated, and try to survey my surroundings as much as I could in the darkness. If I squinted my eyes hard enough, I could see a bed in the far corner with a desk beside it. No windows I know of. I'm so scared and desperate that I start praying. Religion really wasn't a thing anymore in the United States, though my family is Christian. And religious tolerance is high, so I've been taught my whole life of God. I believe in Him. He helps me with my problems and cope with the fact that my father left us, and that I was going to be taken away from my family any day.
And today was that day, sadly. I'm more worried about what my mom and my brother might be feeling right now. Do they miss me? Would they? Think positive, Adrian, I scold myself in my head. I can't start thinking this way or else my thoughts are going to eat me alive. I sigh and look once again at my surroundings, trying  to find something that could possibly help me escape. But before I could find something, or even look, the door creaked open. Suddenly light filled the room, illuminating me and, who I assumed, was my captor.
    I gasp.
      My kidnapper. Is... beautiful. Black hair but startling blue eyes. He wore black everything, right down to the black earring stud in his left ear, which was barely concealed by his hair. He can't have been any older than me. He wore a slight frown on his perfect face. I make the mistake of looking directly at his beautiful, bright blue eyes. I inhale sharply. He is literally breathtaking.
      "Who are you?" I question the gorgeous boy, standing in front of me. The mysterious boy raised a graceful eyebrow, the same color as his jet black hair. He walked towards me and my stomach began doing backflips. He stopped so close to me and crouched down, so that he was on my level, and looked into my eyes.
      "Hello to you too, Adrian." He smiled when he said my name... The
way, he said my name, sent butterflies off in the pit of my stomach. I ignore the feeling and stick my chin up defiantly. "You didn't answer my question." I say, my voice only cracking once. The boy stared at me with a confused face, as if he was trying to figure out what my problem is. So, trying to move the conversation along, I say, "I guess I'll say hi. So. Hi. but I still want to know who you are and what the hell I am doing here." My swearing threw me off, since I never swear. It's just how I was raised. Though, I suspect because of the recent turn of events, I might be swearing at myself or others, more often. And apparently, it took my kidnapper by surprise as well.
      He extends a hand with a lopsided, but cutest smile I've ever seen, "Elias." His hand was just there, waiting to be grasped. But I couldn't do anything since I was tied up. I keep waiting for him to realize his mistake and get me out of my restraints. Then, it finally dawned on him. Elias's eyes widened and his face flushed. "Oh yeah! Right. Sorry!" He took out a swiss army knife and went to work on the rope, that I'm sure is making my skin very irritated.
      After what felt like a million years, I was finally cut free. I pulled the frayed rope off of my wrists, and rub them to ease the pain that I didn't feel until just now. "Thank you." I said, actually feeling grateful towards my kidnapper.
He shrugged. "Anytime." I raise my brow. I say, "So you plan on tying me up all the time and then breaking me free?" A few seconds pass and then I realize what I just said. 'Tying me up.' My face flushed as soon as Elias start dying of laughter. My cheeks were burning so bad. "Now, I didn't mean it like that, you creepy pervert!" I yell, but he is now on the floor, rolling around, laughing. I probably looked bored and way embarrassed by the time he stops laughing. Tears are rolling down his face and he still has on a grin as wide as the Joker. I stand up and so does Elias.           Elias's face turned from happy to serious. "I need you to do me a favor." He states. I nod, not eager to go back into my bondage because I mouthed off to my kidnapper, and because I don't trust myself to speak after that. He looks at me and says, "this isn't my favorite part of the process." He sighs.
"I need you to change into the clothes that are in the bathroom for me. Please." Okay. That's not so bad.
I do as Elias says and go into the bathroom.
      I shut the door and see an outfit on a hook, near the toilet. It was simple. A white tank top with black leggings. I slip the clothes on and look at myself in the mirror, that was set above the sinks. My brown, elbow length hair, was a rats nest. And there were dark circles around my intense silver eyes. I searched for a hair brush and successfully found one. I brushed my hair as I stared at the girl in the mirror. After a moment, I decided to walk out and present myself. Elias took me in, in a long glance and then approved by nodding his head. He had a sad glint in his eyes, but that only lasted a second since he masked it with a smile. "Now it's time you meet him." I shudder and we walked out of the room together and into a hallway.
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A/N
SORRY JENNA. He's gay.

JUST KIDDING!!!