“Uh oh, girly, did things not go very well with mommy?” I stiffen, gripping the edge of the soda so tightly my knuckles turn white as my least favorite kidnapper comes back into the room.
He plops next to me, turns towards me and with his arm resting on the couch behind me. “You look so pretty when you cry though… so I guess it works out well for me.” He mutters, his dark eyes flicking over me as he reaches a finger out to catch one of my tears.
“Stop it.” I mutter in an angry, watery voice.
He grins as he licks the tears off his finger. “I don’t want to. I like messin with you. It’s fun.” I glared at him, wishing more than anything the roof would cave in on him right now.
“Garrett, can you control yourself for five minutes?” I looked up as the older guy from before came into the r
