Taken From Home

Taken From Home part 4

     In the days that passed I spent all my time with Max as my ankle healed, throughout the day all we did was talk because I wanted to know everything I could about him, and the nights were filled with movies. Some of the stories he told me made my heart break for him, like when he told me how his parents were murdered eight years ago when he was eighteen, just by being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Others had me laughing well into the night, when he told me about the time he dressed his dog up like a horse and rode him around the house dressed like a cowboy.

     It wasn't until my ankle was healed that I realized I was in deep. I had just woken up, back in my room, and was looking out the window when I saw him come out of the barn leading a chocolate brown horse. The way the breeze moved through his jet black hair and the suns rays hit his face just so made my breath catch in my throat and a tingly feeling move throughout my body. It was then that I realized I had feelings for him, feelings that should have terrified me but didn't.

     I dressed quickly and headed outside, the horse was still there but Max had gone back inside the barn.

"Aren't you beautiful." I said stepping up to the horse, running my hands through its hair.

"His names Charlie." Max said coming up behind me. I looked at him smiling, Charlie was his father's name.

"Do you want to go riding, I can bring Star out if you do?"

"I'd love to."

     That was how an hour later we were both glowing from excitement as we raced through the fields with sunlight in our faces and wind whipping through our hair. I was sad when the day ended and we were leading the horses back into their stalls, but as we walked up to the house Max promised we'd go out again the next day.

      After we showered and had eaten the dinner we both made - even now I can't help but laugh remembering how we both sang and danced to the radio making complete fools of ourselves - we ended up in the living room watching a movie. Every now and then I'd look over at him, watching his expression and the way the glow from the T.V lit up his face, making this warm fuzzy feeling settle in the pit of my stomach.

"You know I can feel you watching me." He said laughing turning to face me.

     I didn't know what to say, every coherent thought left as his eyes met mine, leaving me with just one; which was how badly I wanted to kiss him then.

"Belle are you okay, talk to me." Max said, concern lacing his voice as he rested a hand on my leg.

     I gasped at the contact and before I knew what I was doing I was placing my hands on his knees, leaning forward, desperate to feel his lips on mine. I thought I saw him move forward also but I'll never know because it was at that moment that a knock sounded at the door, making us jump apart eyes wide. It was Max who recovered first saying to wait there, he'd go see who it was.

     Once I calmed my racing heart I got up, ignoring what he told me, I was curious as to who was visiting him. I still ask myself what would have happened if I had just stayed put, because the person at the door wasn't a friend; it was a policeman. He was just leaving when I walked in, he was telling Max to keep his eyes open and to call them if he found anything out. He was shaking Max's hand when his eyes caught mine, his hand fell to his side, his mouth dropped open, and his eyes grew to an impossible size. He looked from me to the piece of paper in his hand, and then he said two words; two words that changed everything. 

"Holy shit."

     Everything after that was a blur, I remember phone calls, sirens, hands holding me; my parents tear streaked faces. But all I could think was where was Max. It was only after I was packed into the car and we were moving down the driveway that I looked back at the house, looked back at the man who took me from my home and showed me a new one. I watched as he was handcuffed by the police and lead to the car. I lost sight of him after we rounded the bend but I kept looking anyway, until I felt a hand on my shoulder and my mothers voice telling me that I didn't have to worry about him any longer, I was safe now and everything was going to be okay. But I couldn't help thinking that she was wrong as we drove deeper into the upcoming darkness. Could everything be alright when the man I loved everyone hated? Could everything be okay when I was leaving a world that still lived in me to go back to one that I didn't feel like I belonged in? These were the thoughts that pounded at the back of my mind as I fell into a restless slumber, a sleep that was filled with wide open spaces, laughter; and a man with green eyes.

A/N: Another ending to another story, I hope you all enjoyed reading it. I really loved writing this world and was both sad and happy when I finished it. But I'm thinking about writing a sequel to this, I just don't feel that Isabelle's and Max's stories are finished quite yet. So let me know what you thought about this and what you think about a possible sequel, can't wait to hear from you :) Until next time.