Not So Cliche Kidnapping (Uncompleted)

Chapter 45 - He'll Kill You

Chapter 45 - He'll Kill You

MELISSA'S POV

Get off of me!

I wanted to scream at Mason to get off until his eardrums burst, but my body didn't comply and only froze in place. It was all so frustrating! He walks in, pretends to be my boyfriend, and here I am, being straddled by him for whatever reason.

I wanted to slap him, shrug out of this trap and show him who's boss. I know I'm capable, but it felt like my body and brain were about to get a divorce; constantly fighting and getting nothing out of it. 

I just found myself staying in place, but getting so angry about being in that position I was shaking and crying. I opened my mouth to tell him to get off, but nothing came out as if nothing there in the first place. I scrunched up my fists which were pinned next to my head.

I could see that Mason's body and brain were about to divorce too. He kept glancing down at me, probably taking in the view, but he didn't move. We'd make eye contact again and it looked like a bit of his soul shattered.  We stayed there for a long minute before he sighed. 

"I..." Mason started and I felt anxious to hear what he was going to say. Something perverted? Or threatening? Maybe make a joke of the situation? It couldn't be good considering how deadly serious he looked. His shaggy brown hair covered his lifeless eyes. There wasn't the usual spark and it made me a bit uncomfortable. "I'm not leaving. Not for all the money in the world, okay? And you're not going to make me change my mind."

I stayed silent. How am I supposed to respond to that?

He continued. "I'm going to get off and explain to you why I can't leave your side, and you are going to sit through it and listen, okay?"

I didn't move, processing his words as he stared down at me, obviously a bit nervous about being on top of me for so long and doing nothing, but continued to cover it act seriously.  I nodded, still unable to speak.

Mason sighed and he let out a proud and relieved smile because he didn't do anything stupid. He crawled off of me and sat against the wall on my bed. I inhaled, mentally preparing myself for the unknown conversation that's about to occur and sat up, quietly scooting next to him against the wall and bringing my knees to my chest.

"Melissa," He sighed again. "Mr. Hubre is a dangerous man."

"I already knew that," I muttered and Mason turned to me suddenly with a glare. His attitude change startled me and I looked back at him with wide eyes. "I'm serious, Melissa. I may not be the best 'boyfriend material', but being with me is one hundred- no- one million times better than being with him. Yes, there are scary creeps that the guys deal with, but Carl is the scariest."

I looked back at the bed, burning a hole into the blankets with my unintentionally stare. I was so focused on listening to him. "How so?"

He stayed silent for a long minute. I looked back up at him and he was also burning a hole in my blanket with a stare. But his eyes were filled with fear as if he didn't want to tell me from how awful it is. "He'll starve a girl so they're too weak to protest when he gets horny. He has all kinds of contraptions and toys and will use you until he's absolutely satisfied. Which will probably be years." He started shaking slightly. "You got the fortunate side of this business."

I gulped, remembering Stacy, hoping that she'd annoy him so much, he'd let her go. "And if you annoy him? Then what happens?" I asked.

Mason turned to me with a terrified look. He grabbed my hand and rubbed it with his thumb, trying to comfort himself more than me. We both looked at each other with wide eyes as he tried to force out his response.

"M-melissa...." He paused and a tear slowly trailed down his cheek. "H-he'll kill you."

I fell silent and felt like a statue; unable to move. The room felt like it was spinning as my brain panicked and my heart races. My stomach ached and I felt the need to vomit but my body wouldn't move. It was like I was glued to the bed.

After a minute, Mason looked back down to the bed and I did the same. Nobody spoke, nobody breathed, just thought and processed the words silently until the empty atmosphere became painful and someone had to say something.

"I can't leave you," Mason muttered and wiped his face so there was no trace of him crying. I let out a shiver, my skin feeling stiff and sensitive to everything. I nodded in agreement with his statement and he sighed. 

I wanted to get away from The Boys but I'd prefer them over a guy who could kill, rape or starve any time he pleased. Hell, I'd live with them forever if it meant I was safe from those kinds of people... and if I'd be able to see my family regularly... and went to school... and wasn't seen as some vulnerable pity doll... and maybe a few more things like having personal space and not being tracked or threatened 24/7. But only after those decisions are made, I would consider living with them as a maid and only a maid.

I felt my eyes tearing up a bit from all of this stress building up but I chose to hold it for a bit longer. Crying loudly won't get me anywhere so I shouldn't start now. I dabbed my eyes until there was no sign of sadness and we both just sat quietly, looking at the wall across the room. There was no reason to say anything. For once, the silence was comfortable. I almost didn't want anything to interrupt it because it was so rare. But of course, all good things come to an end.

The door opened quietly, without knocking, and my mom's head popped in. She saw both of us sitting on the bed and opened the door fully, leaning against the door frame. She let out a disappointed sigh. "Aw. I thought I was going to have grandchildren tonight." She shook her head.

I choked suddenly and grabbed my closest pillow a threw it at her. Just before it could hit her gut, she smacked it away with a sly grin and the pillow landed sadly on the floor. "What the hell, mom? No!" Mason smirked as he patted my back to get my soul back into my body. I gained back my composure and looked at her in disgust. She just stood against the door frame and five seconds later I was grabbing another pillow and chucking it at her. "And you wanted to watch??"

She laughed and hid behind the door. "No, no, I'm sorry. " She waved off as she closed the door and Mason and I were put back into a silent thinking session. 

Except it was very uncomfortable this time.

Author's Note

*roblox death sound effect*