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Chapter 4

"You're such an asshole!" I screamed

"Tell me something I don't know" he yelled back

According to his bedside clock I've only been sitting her for about fifteen minutes, but it felt like forever.

"You could at least provide me with entertainment!" I screamed again

It took a moment before the door opened once again, with the kidnapper leaning on the doorway. "Well if you wanted a strip tease all you had to do was ask" a smirk played on his lips

"You're sick!"

"Fine, whatever. Stay in here."

Another click of the lock

"UGH!" I fell back on the bed looking at everything around me, until something caught my eye.

I got up and stalked across the room to a picture on his dresser. I picked up the picture examining the two people in it. They were facing the camera with one arm on each of their shoulders. A lake behind them, glistening in the sun.

Mr Kidnapper was there, his what was then, blonde hair sticking up in different places. It looked good on him, his same green eyes starred directly at the camera. He looked the same, the scar was still there, but no tattoo.

But what got my eye in the first place was that my brother was in the picture. He looked so happy, his brown hair stuck to his skin, a smile tugged on his lips and the recent gash on the side of his cheek.

I remembered that, he had gotten it a week before the crash. A week before my life turned upside down, and my family was torn apart.

I don't know why but I felt angry, angry that my brother knew such an horrible person like that.

I torn my eyes away from the photo only to the envelope beside it. Austin was written on the top. It was clearly my brothers handwriting. Assuming it was Mr. kidnapper'a name. But the date is what got me even angrier, it was the date before the crash. The thing my brother was probably delivering the night he said he didn't have any time to spend with me.

Tears full of anger and sadness rushed down my face as I set the envelope down.

I heard the door click and turned around, meeting his confused eyes. He glanced at the picture, the envelope and back at me again.

"I can explain."