Kidnapped By Him |Theo James

Chapter 36

During the night, the thought of Ruth and Richard planning to do something to me was haunting me constantly. I remembered her voice, the passion in her voice. She wanted Theo back all along.

I turned around again in my sleep. Theo's snores isn't helping me go to sleep at all. Nor did the babies' kicks, too.

Remembering the childhood with Richard made the hairs on my arms stand up. I carefully rise from the bed which made Theo stir in his sleep. I quietly walked out of our room.

The lights in the corridor were dimmed. I navigated my way through the darkness to my old room. I knew I could find parts of my childhood in the boxes. Several cardboard boxes stood there covering the doorway but one was laying there on my bed. I knew Theo was going through them.

Of course since he kept on talking about my childhood even though I didn't even tell him anything.

I opened the box making the aroma smell like my old room back home. I remembered the memories of writing in these notebooks. Sketches filled the once empty pages of the book. There were roses and vines scribbled onto the book. I knew that this was my most resent notebook. I flipped to the last entry; when my foster parents adopted me. The foster parents that I have now actually treated me well even with my troubled childhood. They knew about my wounds.

I read,

Today I get to meet my foster parents. Well probably my fourth set of foster parents. After my injury, they sent my siblings and I out of the Edenson family and went out and looked for other parents. Luckily after a week of searching they found a couple in the area.

Sarah and Donald Burke were a couple that unfortunately couldn't conceive children. Sarah was a therapist and Donald was a businessman.

Good thing.

Also they had everything that I dreamed of for perfect parents.

Well all I need were parents that weren't Richard.

After all, I really didn't have a choice with the people that want to adopt me.

I smiled at my teenage self. Well Sarah and Donald became my parents. They treated us well like we were their actual blood. The four years that we have been living under their roof were the best years of our lives. I felt like I actually had parents not like I was an adopted child that was always neglected.

Looking back at the hatred that Richard had for me scared me a little. He would be after me like I was an innocent prey. I put him behind bars for years, he would want revenge.

Ruth, her voice so desperate. So delicate yet so desperate. I knew she was going to want Theo back but I never thought of her planning to kidnap me.

My sweaty hands rubbed against one another. From the cold sweaty hand, I picked up from where I left off.

I would like to have nice parents for once. Luckily they were described to be a nice couple. Like what would a couple who couldn't conceive their own children do with a couple of kids?

Back on to the incident, Richard got sent to prison for child abuse. Unfortunately, I had to face him again in court which made my blood boil. What would I say?

The officials say I have to bring as much evidence as possible to win the case. I didn't care about winning the case and putting him in jail but I just want to get away from him.

The only evidence was the bystanders and these journals. I knew that these would come in handy one day...

Anyway what the hell am I going to say?

What is there to say?

'Oh yea he shot me in the shoulder and beat me so yea'

I just have to base my story on that, I guess?

Well I'm not THAT good at revising things...

I ended up telling everything from the beginning. It basically took like half an hour for my whole story. It looked weird for Richard to wear an orange suit and to be strapped down with chains.

I never really cared that much about the law thing. I just said what they wanted me to say. Plus I wanted to get it over with.

During the time in the court, Richard kept on giving that look. The look that he always had when he is hurting someone. That look burned through my skin when I tried to say my last words for the case. I recalled all of the looks and eyes wanting me to continue on. I ignored the snickers from the man and told them the end of my case.

I recollected the memories of him hurting my family. Always laughing in pleasure while bringing back the whip to my damaged back. He sometimes would whip me until I go unconscious. I would wake up flat on my belly, pressed against the bed. My brothers always helped me when that happens.

Normally one of them would cover my sister from the violence while the other help me.

Those memories flood back into my mind. Haunting me.

What will he do to me now?

If my parents didn't abandon their family. I knew my parents when I was young but then went away. The remanence of my family was put into my aunt and uncle's hands. Over the short period of time, my aunt and uncle told me about why my parents left us.

Since of my parents' young age, they ran away to get their lives back together. My aunt always said that they loved us.

Then why did they leave us?

The whole world crashed when my aunt and uncle passed away from a drunk driver. I remembered the rain drops dripping down my bedroom window as my brothers packed their stuff. My sister was only one at the time which made her oblivious to what was happening.

Then that's when I started to act. Several foster families disliked my behavior. I just thought no one loved me.

I grew up without parents. I grew up knowing that my parents didn't want me or the rest of my family. They left their own five month daughter in the cold.

What kind of parent are they?

I heard a couple of knocks which made me jump a bit.

"Come in..." I wiped my tears away.

The wooden door revealed a sleep drained Theo. His hair shoveled up in all directions. His brown sleepy eyes glistened as the very little light passed them. His rough voice questioned, "Aren't you supposed to be snuggled in my arms fast asleep, sweetheart?"

I felt the bed dip as I answered the actor's question, "Just reading some of my old entires, that you've obviously discovered" I pointed to the discarded notebook that was previously from Theo's reading.

His eyes searched for what I was pointing at. Realizing the evidence, his cheeks blushed.

I smiled at the cute version of Theo sitting in front of me. His glasses prepping him up with his bed head. Also to mention the light pink color displayed onto his cheeks.

He took the notebook out of my reach and grabbed my hand.

Surprised I questioned the man dragging me, "Come on! One more entry?"

I saw his head shake, "I need you by my side. I need sleep"

I scoffed and followed my fiancé's orders. Together as a family, we all cuddled up under the covers. Theo's head nuzzled into my neck while his hand traveled to my swollen bump. The swollen bump that held his two lovely unborn children.

"I love you," I heard his voice rise up.

"Thank you," I replied. Theo looked at me questionably. "Thank you for kidnapping me and letting me fall in love with you. Thank you for making these beautiful children inside of me. Thank you for making me know myself," I stared at the picture of Theo and I, "Thank you for protecting me..."

I felt a wet kiss land on my cheek, "Whatever happens tomorrow, I'll always protect you no matter what"

After moments of silence, our family peacefully fell back asleep.

I'll always protect you.