My Little Rebel

Chapter Eight: Your safe with me

Alex's POV

"Taylor...I demand that you take me to the school right now and then you can come back here and do whatever the hell you want," I begged as he just chuckled and shook his head.

"Why...it'll only take a minute and then I'll take you to the school," he said as I shook my head and then stopped as we walked into the back room which was empty except for some tools. I looked around and started freaking out even more then I was before, my thoughts drifted off to what they could possibly use this room for. Maybe they cut up people here...maybe they raped girls back here and then chopped them up...okay so you may have guessed that I had seen one to many horror films but this room was really freaking me out. "I'll be right back," he said as my eyes widened as I turned and looked at him. "Don't move and don't even think about touching anything...understand Princess," he said before walking out as I hit another panic mode and tried to find a way out other then walking back through the shop. I walked around until finding another door, I smiled and pushed it open looking around before realizing that I had seen this ally before...it was the same ally Taylor had pulled me into when those men were chasing me. 

"What you doing sweetheart," a voice came from behind me as I screamed and turned to look at him letting the door slam behind me. "Awww...you must be a rich bitch," he said as I gulped and leaned back against the door trying to find the handle again so I could get it open and run off. "You sure will be a fun one won't you," he stated as he lifted his hand and brought it closer to my face going to touch me as I tried to back up.

"Fatso...go back to your desk and leave her alone," I heard Taylor's voice say as the man sighed and dropped his hand.

"But she's so pretty," he said as I gulped again.

"Go," he demanded as the guy backed up and walked out. Taylor was now standing in front of his motorcycle looking at it with a few tools sitting beside him, I processed everything that just happened and then walked over to where he was as I tried to stay standing straight.

"I don't like it here...take me to the school right now," I said as he looked up at me.

"My bike is making a noise...I have to fix it first unless you'd like to have the bike break down in the middle of the street," he said as I shook my head tears forming in my eyes. I started playing with my fingers trying to distract myself on how scared I was I took in short breaths trying to remain calm before I jumped as a hand landed on my shoulder. "Hey...relax...your safe with me...they won't touch you," he said as I shook my head. 

"Just...fix your bike and lets go," I said as he shook his head and went back to working on his bike. I gulped and continued to walk around the room slowly trying to think of other things before I stopped hearing Taylor laugh, "what's so funny?"

"Nothing...nothing," he said still laughing slightly which was starting to irritate me.

"No really...what is so damn funny," I asked seriously as he chuckled and then looked over at me.

"You wouldn't last a day in the real world...your to damn afraid of everything," he said as I crossed my arms and waited for him to continue. "I was just thinking about what it would be like if you were living life as a poor person...it was quit entertaining," he said as I shook my head and went back to walking around.

"I would be just fine thank you very much," I said as he shook his head.

"No you wouldn't," he said as I glared at him only it was the back of his head I was glaring at now cause he was back to looking at his bike. 

"Yes I would," I said again as he looked over at me.

"Right...your scared of the bike shop, you hate the bus, your think school is everything, you wouldn't even be able to last in a small apartment would you...or handle the situation of your vehicle breaking down...you would be so lost," he said as I shook my head.