His Love

{Part Two} Chapter 18:

     Lydia's P.O.V

I woke up in a cold dark room next to someone.

"Its about time you woke up, I was starting to think he had killed you." The person told me which made me sit bolt up right.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Shhhh. You gotta keep your voice down." He whispers once we heard a door slam close.

"Quickly close your eyes, lay still, and don't make a peep." He whispered and put me in my previous position on the floor before he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

By the time the only exit, a huge metal door, opened I had closed my eyes and was almost as still as before I had woken up.

"Still unconscious you little pieces of shit!" An angry and gruff voice growled before kicking both me and the stranger, and it took every thing I had not to whimper or cry out in pain.

"I swear I didn't beat you little brats up that much." He mumbled as he walked over to the other side of the room.

After what seemed like hours, he finally left and after we heard the lock on the door click the stranger helped me sit up.

"Thanks." I said quietly

"No problem. So um, what's your name?" He asked.

"Lydia. You?"

"Tyson, but um most people call me Ty."

"Well than hi Ty, you have any idea where we're at."

"Nope." He said popping the p.

"Oh, awesome." I muttered and allowed a very awkward silence to settle between us.

"So Lydia, why are you being ransomed off?"

"What?"

"Its why you're here. That guy kidnaps people and than sells them to others for money or holds a price over there heads with the cops."

"Oh well my sister is Luke Hemmings fiance so that might be the reason."

"Is he famous?"

"Yeah."

"Than you're right, that's the reason you're here."

"Great. So why are you here?" I asked.

"My dad is one of the richest men in all of North America."

"Yeah I can see why that would put you on his list." I said.

"Uh huh." He mumbled.

"So how long have I been out?" I asked.

"About a week."

"How long have we been here?"

"Four days."

"Do you think anyone is gonna find us?"

"You ask a lot of questions, ya know that!"

"I'm nine, cut me some slack." I snapped.

"Well I'm ten and I don't ask nearly as much questions as you!"

"Yeah well-!" But he was cut off by the door opening and a man, more than likely our kidnapper, bursting into the room.

"Well its good to know that you're both finally awake! C'mon you first!" He said and pulled me up by my hair.

"Hey be careful with her!!!" Tyson snapped.

"Awe I think you've formed a little crush." He said and gripped my head even tighter and silent tears fell down my face from the pain.

"Awww your little girlfriend is crying, what are you gonna do about it." He said in a menacing voice.