Abductor

Chapter 8

"Kay-lee? Oh my God where have you been?;" he asked loudly . He rushed over to me and crushed me to him. He held me so close I melted; the feeling familiar and very comforting. With a heavy sigh he drew back and cupped my cheeks.

“Are you okay? Where were you? And what are you doing here by yourself? Is everything alright? Oh baby I missed you so much,” and before I could try to answer his questions he pressed his lips to mine. His kiss was sweet, filled with longing and hurt. I tried to kiss back but I was so weak and dazed. I let him do all the work, and he claimed my lips, willing me to him. and suddenly all that i had read about him seemed so unreal and lie. He pulled away and looked down at me. 

"Take me home with you," I whispered and he nodded. He took me around to the front passenger seat and put me in. then after walking back to his side and settling into his driver seat, he drove off. 

Fortunately, his parents weren't home. We got in and headed straight up to his room. He took off his jacket and placed it on the bed before turning to me.

“So...lets talk,” he said calmly. I looked up at him for a while. Saying nothing, just staring. Then I just threw myself at him. I think maybe it was all the anger and hurt that made me act the way I did. I had come to realize but I couldn't stop. I needed this. Needed a way to vent all that happened and just find some kind of release.

I kissed him deeply, throwing my arms around him and pulling him close. I could feel how hesitant he was at first then he started to relax a little and kiss me back. He moved with me, our bodies bracing together. I pulled away only to put my palms on his cheek and kiss him even deeper. I pulled him down on the bed to me. He anchored himself up on his hands as he moved from my lips to my neck. I could feel myself falling; I was loosing control. I rolled over and pinned him beneath me. He stared up at me as I began to pull my shirt over my head. But half way through the task he stopped me.

“Wait,” he said breathing heavily, “this is unlike you. What's going on?” I ignored him and pushed him down again. But he held me by the shoulders and push me back up. “Kay”

“Please don't stop, I need this.” I whispered, reaching for him again. I felt as his hands went up under my skirt and gripped my butt firmly, lifting me in the air as he stood. Then I frowned as I realized he only did it to set me on my feet.

“Kay open your eyes and look at me.” I obeyed. Why was I expecting to see a mask? I shook it off. “What is wrong with you?

“What do you mean?” I said obviously being oblivious and wondering the same thing myself.

“You went missing for two whole weeks, then I find you alone in the night at a gas station and now you're here acting like a sex-starved animal. We need to talk.”

“There's nothing to talk about ok.” I heard frustration in my voice. I really has been a rough, couple of weeks. If that's the right word to use. And I really didn't feel like talking. I reached for him, in the last attempt, and when he stepped back I dropped my hands to my sides and just exhaled.

“What happened?” he insisted.

“Nothing Blaine. I really don't-”I was cut short as he threw his hands up into the air and flopped down on the bed. He shook his head and muttered something. Something unlike him, new and shocking to me. It was muffled but my ears caught it the instance it was out. Dios moi. Is that...? No it cant be.

“Did you just speak Spanish?” I asked easing away from him a bit. He looked confused, as if my question somehow startled him.

“Yea. I do it in my courses remember.”