Counting Stars

CHAPTER FIVE - CAPTURED

I'm baaaack! This is the longest I've not talked to anyone on wattpad the whole year...and this chapter is dedicated to @thisnamewillwork, for making my stay in Lester epic. We're never too old for midnight feasts, are we?

No offence to anyone who likes or is from Taiwan. This is merely a part of the story.

Lv,

Mel

"Did you really think you could get away?" Mr Robber Guy asked. His voice was slightly amused, as if it had been an all to too easy game to catch me.

I glared up at him.

"Shut up, you arrogant bastard," I snapped, annoyed.

So what if it had been easy to catch me? I hadn't had practice recently, and as a result my skills were rusty. I was back to being my old clumsy self.

If I was in good shape I would be on the next plane to Miami, where Dad currently was, leaving them a note to kiss my ass and a gift of those disgusting chocolates he had brought back one time from Taiwan.

"Or what?" His face remained carefully blank, but his eyes glittered in the dim light. I could see myself reflected in them, a small, defiant figure, glaring up at him with rage-filled eyes.

"Or I will personally make sure you lose the ability to ever have children of your own."

His voice changed, and I thought I heard the slightest trace of admiration in it.

"I believe you on that. Ambrose is still recovering from the kick you gave him, and all of us doubt that he will ever be able to become a father."

I felt kind of bad. Which one was Ambrose, Labrador or Puck? Either way, it was slightly unfortunate. Their kids would have looked amazing.

"Come on," Mr Robber Guy's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"We need to get back. The boys will be waiting for us."

What was he talking about?

"What do you mean, 'get back?'" I asked him warily.

He frowned. "To your house. Where else?"

He wanted to take me back? When I had just run away from there with no shoes on? Was he actually serious?
I was not going back to my house, where it would be impossible for me to escape. Frankly, I wasn't going anywhere with him, regardless of whether it was to my house or Timbuktu.

"No." I stubbornly stated.

He looked at me in silence for a second.

"No?" He questioned, sounding mildly surprised.

"No," I repeated firmly. "I'm not going anywhere with you. You can't make me."

He seemed to grow taller where he stood, his figure becoming more intimidating, more cold.

More handsome, a naughty voice inside my head thought.

More of a challenge to break....

What was wrong with me? Now I was talking to myself about utter nonsense. I needed to focus on escape, not the handsomeness of this arrogant man.

"Are you sure about that?" He leaned down, his cool breath fanning my face. I shivered involuntarily.

He leaned closer, backing me up until I was almost touching the wall.

"Cause I'm pretty sure I could take you."

My mouth went dry as I struggled to regain control over my traitorous body, which was leaning into him against my will.

Bad Kristy. Bad. Remember that this is an enemy.

Just as I was about to reply, a smiling couple strolled out of the shop, holding steaming coffee cups. They were coming our way.

This is it! This is my chance! I can escape!

As if sensing my thoughts, Mr Robber Guy's arm snaked around my waist, preventing me from running. I tugged against him but it seemed as if he was made of steel.

Damn, I thought, as I watched the couple chatter excitedly as they neared the alley.

Never mind. I'd always been told that I have a 'right set of lungs on me' anyway. Now was as good a time as any to put them to good use.

I opened my mouth, but I barely got one syllable out before his hand slid over my mouth, blocking my scream.

"Quiet," he whispered, his lips brushing my ear. I froze, a blush making its way to my cheeks. Thank god he couldn't see in the dark.

But reality came crashing back as their footsteps started to fade.

I struggled and bucked in his grasp, but it was no use. His grip on me was almost painful, and not a sound escaped my lips.

I didn't stop struggling, even when I knew they were long gone. He held me patiently, waiting for me to calm down.

I didn't.

Eventually, he shook me and growled, "Stop fighting, dammit! You're exhausting yourself!"

I ignored him, pushing against his chest until what little strength I had from the lack of sleep and food finally left me.

I sagged against him as he shook his head at me and in one fluid motion, bent down and swept me off my feet. Literally.

He carried me bridal-style back to my house, keeping to back gardens and low hedges, setting me down only to climb over obstacles while maintaining a tight grip on my arm. Dimly I wondered why he was making so much effort to take me back.

And then there was no time for wondering because we were in my garden.

The back door swung open, revealing three pissed looking boys staring at me pointedly.