Fallen For My Kidnapper (COMPLETED)

Chapter 45 - If We Left

"We've out thought the Newmans twice," Lukas said. "It's not like we won't be able to do it again. At this point, he's just giving us the title of best gang."

"We've beat them twice, yes, but that just means that whatever is going to do next, we have to be ready for it or else he will  beat us." I nodded my head along to the words of the Theins. They were gathered in the living room, Marissa even joining the conversation. I stood next to the couch in the back, watching as everyone talked. My dad gave me a small smile before returning to the conversation.

"So we either wait for him to come to us, or we bring the fight to them," he said. 

"The best defense is a good offense," Marcus said. Hearing him talk made something in my heart constrict. None of what happened was your fault. He overreacted, I told myself. 

"But we would have to track them down again," Marissa said. "Even if we had the time for that, it's not practical. We found them the first time in hours, the second time we used Zach, they aren't going to make the same mistakes."

Everyone sat in silence, thinking to themselves about what was the best thing to do about this. I couldn't help but think that if my father and I left then the Theins would be safe. Newman wouldn't have a reason to go after them, other than for helping us the past couple of months. 

"My father and I could leave," I said. I looked to Marcus who was still looking down at his feet, his shoulders tense. "If we left, then Newman would have no reason to go after your family. We could get my mother, and we could start a life somewhere else."

"Roseilin," my father started. "That was the same thinking that I had when I left the first time. If we leave again, we are never going to be able to stop. You're never going to have friends. We are never going to live a normal life."

"I know dad, but what about everyone else here," I said. "It's not fair for them to be put into danger because of us."

"You aren't going anywhere," Marcus told me, looking at me for the first time since I had gotten into the living room. I pushed off the couch that I was leaning on.

"Since when do you have any say-"

"Maybe it's a good idea," Robert said, interrupting me. Marcus and I glared at one another as he spoke. "Even if it's just for the time being, so that we can figure out how to deal with Newman."

"What is splitting up going to do?" Lukas said. "All we are going to be doing is taking protection away from them, and taking bodies away from us. It was be stupid. John leaving began this entire thing in the first place. Why would we be making the same mistake again?"

John and Robert made eye contact, seeming to have the conversation on their own. 

"Fine," my father said. "Only until we figure out what to do with Newman. And we are keeping your mother out of this," he said to me. I nodded, going to leave the living room. Before I did, I heard Marcus tell his dad they needed to talk. 

Before I could try and figure out a way to hear what they were going to talk about, Marissa caught up to me. 

"Why would you do that?" I could hear actual anger in her voice. It took me off guard. 

"Umm, I don't know. I want you to be safe," I kept walking, but she cut me off. 

"You don't get to decide what is best for my family. You leaving is not going to do anyone any good."

"Robert doesn't seem to think so," I said. 

"And what about Marcus?"

"What about him? I did what you asked. I took his walls down."

"And you are going to tell me that in the process you didn't begin to feel anything for him? You don't feel anything for him now?" I stepped towards her, lowering my voice so no one could hear. 

"Why do you think I am doing this? For some reason, he won't leave me be. If I stayed here, and my father stayed here, he would do anything to make sure that we both are okay. I can't have his blood on my hands, Marissa." Marissa's expression softened. 

"Roseilin, if Marcus decided that he wanted to protect you, that doesn't mean that he is going to do it without his brain." I sighed. 

"No one else was giving any other ideas, and if Marcus can make Robert see that my idea is shit, then my father and I can stay and we will figure something else out." Marissa sighed, stepping out of the way and letting me pass. I went up to my room, pulling out a duffle bag and beginning to pack everything that I would need. 

"You don't have to sulk by the door," I told Marcus who was standing behind me. I didn't turn to look at him, only grabbing more clothes and putting them in the bag. 

"I think you're right," Marcus's voice was tense, almost as tense as the air between us. His words surprised me, causing me to turn around and put the clothes down. I walked closer to him, but he stayed where he was, like he was unsure. 

"What do you mean?" I asked. Marcus grabbed my hand and lead me out of my room, up the stairs and to his. I forgot that one of the characteristics of the guest wing was thin walls. As soon as his door was closed, he sat me down on the bed, leaning his elbows on his knees as he thought to himself. I decided not to say anything, waiting for him to say something when he was ready. 

"I talked with my dad," he said. "I couldn't imagine why he thought you leaving was a good idea."

"And?" I asked gently. 

"And all of his excuses were just that: excuses. Even after talking to him, I still have no idea why he thinks this is a good idea. He says that this is what is best for his family, but I have never heard of him not refer to John as family." I nodded my head. 

"What do you think it means?" I asked. 

"I don't know," he said. "I'm sorry that I got angry this morning."

"I'm sorry I said something," I said. "I didn't mean anything by it until you reacted so badly to it." Marcus nodded. 

"You and your father are going to have to go now," he said in a quiet voice. I nodded. "But I am going to go with you."

"What?" I asked. 

"I don't know what to think about this thing with my dad, but I am not willing to let you put your life at risk. My dad won't let me go with you, so I am going to have to sneak my way out."

"Marcus, he probably just wants to protect you and your family. I was overthinking when I said what I did-"

"-No," Marcus interrupted me. "You are the only one thinking with the entire picture. I don't want to believe that my dad is betraying us, but it is foolish of me to think that you can trust anyone entirely." I frowned at him. 

"I don't think that is true, either," I told him. He sighed, and I could see the strain of what was happening around is wearing down on him. I didn't want him to think that he lived in a world where he couldn't trust anyone absolutely, but he was right that it might not be the best idea to trust the intentions of his father. 

I leaned over and hugged him, "Whatever your dad is doing, he is doing it for the best of his family. No one can fault him for that," I said, taking myself away and wiping some hair to the side of his face with my hand. "Not even me."

"I'm still going with you. I need to make sure that you are safe," he said. I nodded. 

"When do we leave?"

"Your dad is already packing food and water."

N/A  I am so excited, the end of the book is so close and I am actually so excited for it. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

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