Abducted | Michael Clifford [DISCONTINUED]

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READ THE NOTE AT THE BOTTOM :) Enjoy xx

(Listen to Resolution by Matt Corby while reading yeah? I also changed how I'm stating POVs now)

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MICHAEL CLIFFORD

Quietly groaning, I stretched out the tension that formed in my muscles prior to the previous nights sleep. I stretched out my arms and relaxed them once again. Being completely oblivious as to waking, the light weight on my chest stunned me as I went to raise up from the bed. There resting peacefully, was a small frame with her head resting on my shoulder and her arm overlapping my waist. Her breathing slow and calm as our heartbeats aligned at our proximity. To say I was shocked at the sight before me would be an evident understatement, her being completely unaware of her actions in her state of unconsciousness. My body tensed in an act of not being sure whether I should gently push her off of me or just leave her be. I was quite comfortable to be honest, in a physical sense, and I couldn't help but stare at the beautiful girl that lies next to me. Her features unusually settling and at peace compared to her normal stressed and fearful expressions that her prominent face holds. An urge to lift up my hand and push the small lace of hair that had fallen in her face behind her ear was flagrantly there. A urge I knew I had to resist. It is absolutely pointless to even strain and try to concept feelings for the small body curled into my side. In less than 3 months I'll be handing her over to the boss, like I am obligated to do, and the little bitch will actually be out of my hair. I will be rewarded my 100-k, life will go on and I will continue my drug enterprise as prolonged usual. Leading to something I have been reasoning in last few days; if she even tries to sneak out the window or even so messes up again, I will not hesitate to put the barrel of my gun between her eyes if she cost me my one-hundred grand. This being the only mechanism of my constant stress now stored under the theoretical file in my brain labeled 'Alex'. I need this money much as what ever fucking reason he so desperately needs her for. And personally, I have no fucking clue what he has planned and really don't give enough fucks to care. At the moment, my main purpose and entitlement to her is to babysit until he ready for her.

At first I was hesitant to take the offer from Calum-a colleague of mine and one of my closest friends-to make the call to the boss about the job.

My normal duties or jobs doesn't necessarily suffice with the goals of successfully kidnapping a 17 year old girl. Let alone holding her captive for nine weeks. Abundantly, the abduction process would be carried out with more of a...purpose. Using captives more as leverage or to get information, and the majority of the time, killing them shortly after. But the circumstances with Alex was different. I was kidnapping her as a job rather than for a job. If she was, theoretically speaking, a normal captive, she would already be long dead. I would have received what I wanted from her and slit her throat without so much as a blink or batter of my eye. That may be considerably harsh, yes, but fortunately with the circumstances at hand, thats not the case with Alex. If she was any other relentless female, she would be whining and throwing pity parties for herself and I would have had her killed by the third day. Alex had calmed down within hours though it seemed-her crying coming to a cease alittle after nightfall.

One thing that really pisses me off about Alex though, is that she fucking stubborn as hell. She doesn't hold back when it comes to directing snarky comments my way. And as much as I have heard her talk (which isn't that much at all), that's all she feeds me. Her bravery is something to be admired more than less. Without a doubt. The fact she can put up a wall built from literal scratch arises an envy in me. But I can see past her distinctive and well built barriers, even after only twelve days. I can vaguely see the fear illuminating in her irises when she even stutters a word at me. Even behind all the rude remarks and walls, she is still fearful of me. She is still afraid. And if you want me to be completely honest.