Kidnapped (Book #1 in Kidnapped series)

Chapter 2

                                                                                            Charlotte's POV

“Oh, I'm so sorry!” I said, trying to tame a wild Bella. 

          “Bella, snap out of it!” I hissed under my breath. 

   “It's fine, I wasn't looking anyways,” He said, tugging on his dog's leash. Unfortunately, he failed. 

    “Ack!” I exclaimed, laughing as the mystery dog licked my face. 

     “Chester, stop it! Leave the girl alone!” He scowled, tugging on his leash. 

      “Don't worry, it's fine. I love golden retrievers!” I said, grinning.

      “Cool. What's her name?” He pointed to Bella.

      “Well, as you can see on the collar, her name is clearly Barney,” I said sarcastically, pointing to her collar. 

       “Nah, really? I didn't notice!” He said, smirking. 

       “Well, then you're blind!” I said, rolling my eyes, then giving him my best hard glare. He playfully glared back. The nerve of this kid. Well, two can play that game. I glared back, and him doing the same.

        We kept on glaring for minutes until we burst out laughing. And it felt so good, because I haven't laughed in so long, ever since my dad's death.

       “That felt so good. I can't believe I forgot what it felt like,” I stated, wiping away my tears.

       “Laughing?” He said, looking shocked. I nodded.

      “How can someone forget the feeling of laughter?” He asked, bewildered. 

      “Well, it's just been so long since I've had the feeling, especially since I've shared it with someone.” I said, sighing. It's been like what, 3, 4 years? I don't know, I've never got enough time to count the days on the walls like a prisoner because Ralph is either making me do chores... or worse.

“What do you mean or worse?” He asked, now very confused, thanks to me. Oh no. He can't know. Ralph would kill me if someone knew. Which is why they can't. He can't. No one can. Not even Cole, heck, even my own mother! Only Ralph and his slimy friends do. That's it. He can't know.

“Can't know what?” He asked, his perfect face scrunched with concern. Crap, is this man reading my mind or something?

“Actually, I can't. But I don't have to, since you're saying all of this out loud.” He said, stating the obvious. Crap. I should really learn to keep my thoughts in my head.

“Now I'm gonna give you one chance to explain. So explain.” He said, no, demanded. 

  I took a deep breath. Should I trust him? I mean, I've only just met the guy. I studied his features. He had a sharp jawline and perfectly shaped brown eyebrows. His lips were full, but not so full like James Charles's lips. They were full, but not too full. Almost kind of thin, but not too thin. Everything about him looked so perfect. His face was so smooth, some light, almost faded, freckles on his nose, his milky, brown, soft hair that I had to resist the urge of running my hands through, and his eyes. 

Those eyes. Those deep, dark chocolate brown eyes that stare into the depths of your soul. And not to mention his perfectly toned body. He's wearing a white T-shirt that hugged his muscles, making his 6 pack visible. 

“Ahem.” He cleared his throat, making me snap my head up. I sigh, flustered. I can’t believe I’m doing this. But I have to. It's like he can stare into my soul, making me want to tell him everything. I can't resist. It's like his eyes are pulling me towards him, like a magnet. I took a deep breath.

“Okay, when I was little my da-Get down!” My eyes widen in fear as I shove mystery boy down, pulling mine and his dog with us. We ducked behind a car.

“What the heck?!” He started to yell. “I asked you to explain what you meant, not tackle me! Do I look like some pro football player?! You mad woman! Why did you-” I muffled his voice with my hands. They cannot know that I'm here. 

“Be quiet, drama queen!” I hissed. “You want me to explain? I'll explain later, but right now, we need to get away from them!” I whispered. A wave of realisation hit mystery boy's face. He nodded, and gestured for me to remove my hand. I removed it slowly. 

“Come on,” He whispered, gesturing for me to follow him. “I have a plan.”

We got down and started crouching along the cars parked in the neighborhood.

“Tell me why my dog's walk turned into some type of spy movie where the spies are hiding to not get killed?” He asked, carrying his dog. I rolled my eyes. He was the one who came up with this plan, why was he even complaining? He was such a drama queen, but I couldn't blame him for being confused. It was my fault anyways. The least I could do is explain some things to him.

“Okay, you see that man?” I said pointing to a bald guy who's clearly wearing a toupé. 

“Yeah?” He said, looking at the guy I just pointed at.

“That’s Max, one of Ralph’s friends. You see that guy?” I pointed at a bald guy with wrinkles. “That’s Zach, another friend of Ralph. And you see that guy over there?” I pointed at the 200 pound guy with a layer of hair that’s thinner than a piece of paper. “That’s Ralph.” I shuddered. Any appearance or thought of the man gave me goosebumps. And not the good kind.

“Okay, here’s the plan.” Mystery boy started to talk. “We’re gonna crouch along this line of cars and avoid them at all costs. After that, I’ll walk you home like the gentleman I am and-” 

“Gentleman?” I smirked, cutting him off. 

“Yes gentleman” He said, rolling his eyes. 

“Anyways, before I was so rudely interrupted,” He playfully glared at me. “I’ll walk you and little Bella over here to your house and we’ll hopefully never see them again ever.” He finished, deep in thought, as if he was playing the plan in his mind. 

His words kept playing in my head. And we’ll hopefully never see them again. I wish. That wretched creep had wrecked my life the moment he popped up. I swear he’s the reincarnation of Satan, and his friends are his loyal demons. That is, until they find some other bald boomer who likes to torture his niece and sister in law. 

“Ummm, hey, are you with me?” Mystery boy asked. I have to find out his name, I can’t keep calling him Mystery boy forever.

“Yeah?” I asked, snapping back to reality. 

“I said are you with me?” He asked. I thought about it for a moment.

“Yep! This plan is easy peasy squeeze my lemons! ” I said, panicking slightly.

“Um, okay? Glad you get it, then.” He said, arching one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows up. “ Come on then” He said, continuing to crouch along the cars until he came to a stop. I followed him, and I saw why he saw. They were coming straight for us. 

“Oh shizballs, run!” I yelled, and we made a mad dash for it. 

“Oh!” I gasped as someone pulled my hair.

“You know not to run from us, Charlotte.” Zach hissed, showing off his yellow teeth. Well, the ones he had left. 

“It would be a shame if your mother got in an accident, right?” Ralph growled, popping up. I stood in fear.

“RIGHT!!” He yelled, with his spit going everywhere.

“Y-yes” I stuttered, as he started to pull me into a van. Well crap. This was gonna be a long day.

Last thing I remember was grunting, pain, and blacking out.