Freedom

Chapter 4: Yasmin

Of all people to be kidnapped and stuck in a van with, it's him . I was still incredulous about what had just happened. Why me?

"Well how about we make a start and get rid of this hand tie." Trent puffed

"Yeah duh, Sherlock."

"Watch your language young lady."

"Shut up." Why am I even talking to him? I wish I could never see him again, I can't be nice to him. "Um let's just get out of here" Frustration leaded my voice.

"Yeah ok, um let's try to cut the hand cuffs, how about we use your hair tie?"

"Pft what the hell?" I'd never heard anything more ridiculous.

"Never mind. I must've been hit pretty hard."

"Yeah you must have... "

"How about you try and slip out." he suggested.

I struggled to untangle my hands from his and the rope. My hands were damp with sweat, which helped I guess, but still embarrassing.

I finally managed to get my hands out, with great difficulty. Our hands were bound so tight, just like he was with his secret past life. I slipped my blindfold off and absorbed my surroundings. It was dark and cramped. I was so close to him, the person I despised of most.

Should I really help him when he clearly wasn't going to help me, not so long ago. He looked so helpless, despite his muscly, strong physique. He was attractive, I could give him that. But his ugly heart erased any attraction I could have to him.

I started unknotting the rope around his hands. I figured he was the only one I could rely on at this point. How ironic.

I slid the blindfold covering his eyes off, slowly. His green eyes were revealed. Despite the darkness, they sparkled. I closed my eyes and shook my head. How could I be thinking like this? I must be going insane, already.

He stared back, then said, "Thanks, Yasmin." A crooked smile emerged on his face, trying to comfort me. "Now let's get out of here."