Kidnapped by Kian Lawley

174

Today is Tuesday.

I have a therapy appointment later in the afternoon around 3:00.

Right now, it's about 2:00.

Kian is driving me home from the hospital, and I can't help but stare at him while he's driving.

He manages to be hot as fuck at every single moment of the day.

Time has flown by so fast in the past few months. Come to think of it, Kian abducted me only about three months ago.

In all of that time, I haven't even talked to my mother. Every time I would be at my house; which was every night; she would either be knocked out on the couch, or not even home. She was rarely ever home. Sometimes, I forgot I had a mother. I mean, I was barely ever at my house during the day, whether I'm hanging out with Kian, going to the cemetery, going to the hospital, or you know... getting abducted.

I really wish I could see my dad. I miss him so much. I haven't seen him for three years, and I miss him more and more when I think about how fucked up my mom is.

Time really flew when Emma died, also. I wasn't really living anymore after her death. I was just kind of... not dying.
I didn't ever expect for me to live normally after her passing, but sometimes you have to battle through the expectations. I've definitely become a different person, though.

We sit in silence the whole ride home, but I don't mind silence, it gives me time to think.

We arrive at my house, and I step out of the car.

He gets out as well.

"You're coming with me?" I ask.

He grabs my waist and pulls me close to him.

"It's funny. You think I'm letting you go again. I'll always find my way back to you, don't ever forget that," he whispers into my ear as he plants a kiss on my neck.

Goosebumps travel down my spine as I remember the last time he said that to me...

I was escaping his house, and I made it down the street, but he caught me again. He whispered the same thing into my ear. I don't know if he just said that on purpose.

I look up at him, his face inches away from mine.

We start leaning in, stopped by a loud door slam coming from my house.

"Perry Addison Halls! What the hell? Where have you been? Who is this boy? What are you doing so close to him? Why haven't I seen you you the past few months?"

My heart sinks down to my feet.

Kian wraps his arm around my waist and tightens his grip.

That was unexpected.

I snap back into reality.

"Mom?" I whisper.

A tear trickles down my cheek, but I inhale to just hold the rest of my tears back.

I look at Kian and gave him an apologetic look.

What the hell is happening?

I walk over to my mom.

She has her arms out, expecting a hug.

I shake my head and look down to the ground.

"Mom, where have I been? Where have you been? You aren't a mother. You are a horrible person. What was I supposed to do when I needed you most? Wake you up from your hangover?" I cry.

I don't even care to ask her more questions that are killing me to know.

I've always been a very emotional person, so I didn't do a very good job containing my tears to myself.

"Perry... I-I-I don't know what I'm supposed to do here! I'm just trying to be a mom! Cut me some slack."

"Mom I've cut you so much slack, you've taken all I can give. I've managed to live without you. You know, I'm not wasting my time on you, I don't even want to look at you. you are the one who's supposed to be there for me!"

I look back at Kian; he is standing there awkwardly.

I give him a look saying "don't worry I'll be with you in one second." I hope he understands.

I turn back around, and my mom grabs my ear.

"Perry Addison! That is no way to talk to your mother! You are coming inside whether you like it or not!"

She is practically shouting in my ear.

"Don't touch me!"

I slip out of my mom's harsh grip. I take a few steps back, as my mom walks closer.

She tries to grab me again. I lose all control and slap her cheek.

"Stay away from me!" I scream.

A red mark slowly appears after a few seconds of silence and shock.

I look at my hands and question what I'm willing to do in life anymore.

She backs up and holds her cheek.

"You little son of a bitch!" she yells.

More like a daughter of a bitch.

Kian grabs my waist and pulls me over his shoulder and runs to his car.

We both get in, and with that, Kian drives off.

***

I still decide to go to my therapy session.

I definitely need to talk about my life.

"Not like you have much of one," my subconscious adds.

I count my steps as the desk assistant guides me up to my room.

"Okay sweetie, your room is right down this hall. It's room 174. And remember, we are having some interns come in and help with our work, so your therapist might be young," she explains.

Oh great. At least I know now that I won't be getting professional help from an adult.

I find my room, 174, and knock.

"Come in," a voice loudly orders.

That voice is so familiar.

I open the doorknob and my jaw basically drops to the floor.