Abductor

Chapter 9

My eyes widened and we both stared, Blaine's hand falling from my neck and to his side.

“Lets go,” Abductor said and without hesitation I ran over to him.

“What the-who the fuck are you?” Blaine asked with a dumb look on his face. Abductor ignored him, turning, taking my hand, heading through the door and towards the stairs.

“Hey wait!” I heard Blaine calling after us. He stormed through the door rushed up to us and grabbed Abductor by his shoulder. I shrieked. And as if he had done it a million times before, he grabbed Blaine's hand from off his shoulder and twisted. He yelped. Then he stepped to the side and pulled, sending Blaine falling face first down the stairs. I gasped as I watched him fall, each step connecting to his body making a different sound. Then he finally reached the bottom. Stiff as a board, unmoving. I resisted the urge to run down to him and see if he was ok.

“Is he...” I couldn't finish the question but I had to know.

“No. We need to go,” and then he was practically pulling me down the stairs with him. We reached the bottom, pass the body and headed through the door into the cold night air. I looked back and could have sworn I saw Blaine's eyes open, staring after us. But I ignored it, turning back around and heading into the sleek, heavily tinted, black limo waiting for us. Abductor slipping in behind me.

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It was as if seeing through that window at the hospital and having actually been on the outdoors suddenly made me feel really clustered inside the limo, even though it was big enough to fit eight more people. I undid the first three buttons on my blouse, not knowing if he was seeing being that him sitting so far from me made it hard to see beyond the mask. We sat in silence for a bit. I sighed as I couldn't help but think of what just went down a few seconds ago. Everything playing in my head like a slide show. The gas station, the making out, the truth, the strangle, then...suddenly a question came up.

“How did you know I was at his house?” I asked aloud. It sounded a bit accusing and I wondered if he would lecture me for staring the conversation with such question rather than a thank you.

“I said I'd be back for you in three days but I figure that after this morning, one day would be all you need. Plus, ex-drug users can get pretty violent.” This morning? Ex-drug users getting violent?

“You were stalking me?” still a bit accusing but I couldn't help it.

“I prefer the term 'guiding'. As in watching over you to make sure you were always safe. If I wasn't doing that I doubt you'd be here with just a aching throat.” I flushed as I touched my neck where Blaine had squeezed. The only way he could know that was if he was watching us, which means he saw everything. Including me throwing myself at Blaine and acting, as he said, like a sex-starved animal. I flushed again and mentally slapped my forehead.

“So.....” I said trying to break the embarrassing silence.“What happens now?”

“You choose.”

“Choose?”

“Yeah. Choose what to do with your life. Whether you want to go back to your family and friends, or...” he allowed his voice to trail off. I could hear the small touch of sarcasm in his voice as he said family. I sighed.

“Or stay with you?” I finished for him. He didn't answer. “Do you want me to stay with you?” I actually held composure on that question. Confident yet with plea. But his answer wasn't the one I was hoping for.

“I've never had a problem facilitating you before.

But what about my school, my friends (not Jaime), my dancing and everything thing else? I thought. Was I really ready to let all of it go? It didn't really mean much at this moment with the state my family was in right now but was I really ready to just move on. And move on with him?