He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

When you're kidnapped, maybe you think you'll find your true destiny in another world (not me), or maybe you'll be kidnapped by One Direction, or something like that (still not me) or maybe you'll be kidnapped by a super-hot guy (yes, but he hates me). Do you expect to get beaten? To be treated like a slave? To be sold like a slave? Maybe, maybe not. But there's always one thought we kidnapped have in common: ESCAPE.

CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!