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TWO – maybe i wanted to leave while i can

When I opened my eyes again, I was in my room, safely tucked in my bed. My body was covered in sweat and I could feel the throb in my ankle. I threw off the covers and tried to stand up, which I did with a little to no struggle. I was sure I had broken it when I fell or it could be the pain. It was no secret that I was a huge crybaby who could not handle pain well.

Then I thought about dad and Samantha. Where are they? What had happened?

I rubbed my eyes to clear the fogginess from my eyes. It was still dark outside. The moonlight illuminated my room enough for me to make out a silhouette of a person- a man, maybe dad. I raised my body and tried to take a better look at him.

"Dad, is it you?" My voice was hoarse and scratchy. Hearing me, he turned. He could not be my dad. He had hair. I was shocked when I realized who this person was.

I opened my mouth to whisper a name, except I did not know the name of this person. I can only recognize him from his face. The same dark eyes stared at me; in the light, I could tell they were the shade of the richest blue. His dark hair almost melted with his shadow. His face resembling of some god carved in stone yet there was some soft light to it. I told myself that this was not the time to think about his features and focus on more pressing question like what was he doing here at this time.

I waited for him to say something but I got nothing more than a blank stare. I somehow managed to stumble up to him. I was confused. Maybe I wasn't fully awake. From what I remembered I had hit my head, there was blood too. My hand reached up to the throbbing part of my head to check. Maybe this guy in front of me was part of my imagination. Lately, I had been thinking a lot about him.

I moaned stepping away from him. My head was still spinning from the pain.

"Another dream," I mumbled closing my eyes, waited and opened again, hoping he would vanish. But he was still standing there, just closer. "Are you real?" I asked, debating if I should touch him or not.

"Seems like it." He answered barely above a whisper. His hand reached out toward my head and his fingers pressed on the sore spot. I winced, taking a step back.

"I don't remember anything. Where are dad and Sam? What are you-you doing here?" I thought I was sick and this was still a part of some weird dream.

"They left." he answered.

"Left? How do you know? Why you're here?" As the time passed, my head started throbbing more. Clutching it in my hands, I slid against the footboard of my bed.

Dylan kneeled before me. His hand cupped my face, forcing me to focus on him, "That is not important. We have to get out of here. Will you come with me?"

I stared into his eyes and I swear, I could see the color in them swirling. The world around me faded until there was nothing but his eyes and voice. Momentarily, I forgot about the pain in my head, Dad, Sam, even, my name. All I wanted to say was yes to him. God, I was already on my feet but then I quickly jerked away from him.

"I do not... Why are you here?"

He looked utterly shocked as if I was supposed to follow him instead of questioning back. The shock soon replaced by his stoic expression. He muttered something under his breath then glanced down at me. With my short height, he seemed like a giant standing in front of me.

"Well, I had never thought this would be easy," he waited, inspected my room and walked toward the shelf where I had put small figurines. He picked up something from there and showed it, "Ever thought of visiting Australia again?" he asked. Was he trying to make a conversation? Now?

I followed him again and gently snatched the small glass model of Opera House, "Please do not touch my things." I frowned at his invasive nature. This nameless stranger was in my room without any reason and now he was touching my things. This was not how it worked and if dad came in then we both would be in trouble.

He raised an eyebrow at me but stepped away from the shelf. "Okay, then we should talk about the problem in hand. We need to get out of here."

I crossed my arms over my chest, "And why so?"

"If you love your cute little ass then you have no other choice."

“I- what did you just say?” Then again, it was not important. “You need to leave. My dad won’t approve of this.” I waved a nonchalant hand around him while averting my eyes. I was acting as if I had brought in my boyfriend behind my dad’s back. However, it was true that dad would go mad if he found a boy in my room. “You should leave right now.” I said with more firmly this time.

"Feelings for the lack of time are mutual. You should come with me?" he extended his right hand to me.

"I am not coming." I took good steps away from him.

One side of his lips slowly stretched in an obnoxious smirk and I gulped, "That's not in options, darling."

"f**k you!" Was he trying to be funny? Because I wanted to tell him that he had already failed. There was something off about him. Though he was standing looking very relaxed, I couldn't help but detect a shimmer of nervousness and impatience behind his façade. Also, I could not ignore the unsettling feelings in the pit of my stomach. There was something not right other than his presence in my room.

He made a frustrated sound in the back of his throat and pushed me hard. My back collided with the soft mattress and he climbed on top of me.

“I swear I’m not going to hurt you. Trust me.” I would have believed him, I swear, I would have. The sincerity in his voice was too deep to ignore. But the situation demanded otherwise. Who in their right mind would want to trust a stranger who was forcing them to come with them?

I watched him shredding the silk sheets and I knew he was going to use them as a rope. "You are kidnapping me," I whispered, almost feeling numb as he forcefully tied my hands behind my back. And where was my dad? After all his rules and lecture about never leaving him, would he let a teen kidnap his daughter? “Who are you? Why are you doing this?”

“Dylan, I am Dylan,” he introduced himself as if that was supposed to make me feel better.

“I don’t want to know your name,” I jerked my legs back when he tried to tie them too, landing a perfect kick against his cheek. If it hurt, he did not show it, infuriating me further. "You left me no other choice. And like I have just said, I am not going to hurt you as long as you cooperate," he promised.

For one terrible moment, keeping sanity in hindsight, I wondered if this was how I was going to leave home, this how I was going to get away from the madness and clutches of dad. I think somewhere in the thought, I had stopped struggling until I remembered that I still feared my dad more than this.

"Dad! Dad! Help me, dad!" I started screaming while trying to wriggle out from under him. I got more frightened when my voice echoed.

Where was everyone? Did they made up and left while I was passed out? Was I alone? That could be. We did not even have neighbors who could hear me.

“At least tell me why are you doing this?” I had managed to scoot back until I was sitting against the headboard, creating some space between us. “If it’s because of money then I can give you that.” My eyes had started to sting with unshed tears and I knew ugly waterworks was not far away. “I won’t talk about this t-” I shrieked when he grabbed my ankle ignoring my plea. I lurched forward and hit him across the face with my tied hand and that turned out useless because he hardly showed any reaction. My fear fueled my anger and I continued to thrash and hit him with every chance I could get. If I could not beat him, then I would stall him and wait until anyone came. He let me have my way yet kept a leash on my movements; never letting me step down from the bed. In the end, I was just sobbing and hurting myself more than I was doing him. I had never been this frightened before, not even when dad had pulled out his belt on me. That was a onetime moment and when he apologized profusely, I forgave and it never happened again.

"I do not need your money! I-" he barked, pulling me toward him. His voice softened when he saw my expression, "I just need…" he trailed off without finishing and I filled that space with worst scenarios. Was it going to be? Death? r**e? Sold in some market? I whimpered when he brushed away a tear from my cheek. His touch was very gentle and luring.

"Do not touch me!" I lashed out again. "Let go, let go, let go, let go…" I growled like a madwoman, all along angering him without noticing it.

"Fay, stop it! I am trying to help you," he finally grabbed my ankles in a tight grip.

"What kind of help is this? You are hurting me by taking me god knows where without my consent.” I pointed out hoping dad would come soon.

"That's what you think. Trust me, you'd be thanking me later for this." he picked up another piece of torn bed sheet and tied it around my eyes.

"I would not be thanking you for any of this. You are just an evil person. It does not matter wherever you will take me, my dad will find you and I hope you’d be ready-” my threat was silenced by something soft pressing around my mouth. Now, I was as good as a paralyzed person. I checked the bonds and despite the fragile silk, they were holding me just tight and right.

"Now go back to sleep," he whispered against my ears and he pressed his thumbs on either side of my temples. I was going to ask what was he doing but unbearable pain surged through my body that I arched from the bed and landed back with a thud. I was sure if it were not a cloth around my mouth, I would have woken the entire city with my scream.

Before falling into unconsciousness, I remembered that he had promised me not to hurt me and I mentally slapped myself for almost foolishly believing him.

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I jerked awoke in an unfamiliar bed. My bonds were untied, and though the pain in my body and head was much better, I felt as if someone had put a ton of weight on me. The interior of this room was tan with small lamps on walls. There was a small brown leather couch shifted across the bed. I blinked several times and glanced at my chest and- why was Dylan using me as his pillow? Holding my breath, I checked if I still had my clothes on, counted my fingers, toes and limbs. Yes, they all were in place.

"Get off me!" I pushed, well, tried to, his sleeping form but he groaned and snuggled closer. Without the pain in my body, my sole concentration was on the tingles I was feeling wherever our skin met.

“Hey, wake up!" I lightly slapped his cheeks several times to get him awake. He raised his head and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. I made a disgusted face at the wetness on my orange top where his face was seconds ago. He drooled while sleeping. However, there was a problem more pressing than that.

“Where are we?”

"Somewhere safe." He replied, straightening up his wrinkled tee. He took his leisure time to stretch, comb back his hair with fingers, yawning, checking the time before eyeing me up and down. A soft pink dusted his pale cheeks when his gaze landed on the wet spot on my top. I would have said something about this but suddenly, the room tilted and Dylan and I crashed on the couch. The clock on the wall fell and broke on another side.

What the hell! How could a room tilt? Or was it my head? But if it was only in my head, then how was Dylan on top of me? I stared in his wide eyes in fear and confusion when an unfamiliar voice broke through an intercom.

"Are you alright, Alpha man?" the person asked with traces of humor in his voice, "It's been a while since I had held this thing. Sorry, aye, for the discomfort." he chuckled as we lurched once again. This time Dylan was prepared. He had wrapped his arms around me and held us steady until everything was smooth again.

Dylan's tensed muscles relaxed and he met my gawking orbs with his nervous one, "I was just going to mention that we’re on a jet.”

“This is Luke.” Dylan pointed to the man, standing next to him. Luke was a few inches taller than Dylan and had more muscle mass. His caramel colored hair was styled back too neatly except for a few strands that seemed to be pulled by someone. I warily eyed the pixie-cut haired girl by his side.

Luke's small brown eyes sparkled a little, "Hello, Fay." He greeted.

"And she is Jeanette." Dylan introduced the girl.

Jeanette tucked back a blonde strand back before extending her hand forward, "It's nice to meet you."

I made no move to be nice to them. I went back to awkwardly standing there and staring at the floor. I was not too thrilled to meet my kidnappers. Jeanette drew back her hand and held Luke's instead. They exchanged some secretive glances before turning all together to me. I walked away from them, not wanting to listen to anything they had to say and sat on a couch by the window. As far as I knew, dad would be home by now. What must he be thinking? That I escaped?

Possibly, but that would not stop him from searching for me. All I had to do was to wait. Or maybe tell him about my whereabouts. The problem was I didn't know where I was or where this plane was heading to. Not that I didn't try asking Dylan but he kept his mouth shut. After hours of screaming, threatening and fighting with him I didn't get as much as an answer to what he was going to do with me.

"Dylan said you haven't eaten since last night," Jeanette slid beside me with a tray in her hand. I wiped my eyes, "Here, I have brought you some pasta," she put the plate loaded with cheesy goodness on the table, "You can call me Jean" I chose to ignore her and stared out of the window. "I know you have lost your dad but-"

"No,” I frowned at her assumption.

"Your dad is not dead?" she questioned in surprise.

"No." I almost snapped at her furiously. Tears started welling up in my eyes and I didn't bother to hide this time. “Your friend has kidnapped me.” I pointed out in a sharp tone.

"I-I... we-I…” Frustrated and confused, she fumbled with her words but in the end, she gave up as she couldn’t find the right words and left me alone.

Was she only acting like that or she truly didn't know that Dylan had kidnapped me? I was pondering on that thought when Dylan marched toward me the way Jean had left.

“There are a few things we need to go over.” He stated with a exaggerated serious face.

I chose to not to speak and I guess he got the hint and continued by himself. "You’re acting like a b***h-”

"I am acting like a b***h?” I barked out a laugh at his incredulous accusation. “You are being a jerk, an ultimate one. I don't remember giving my consent for coming with you. As far as you are concerned about saving “my ass”, you need to look after your own. My dad going to kick it so hard that you'd be going to be sore for the rest of your life." I yelled and very boldly managed to kick his shin.

Instead of reacting to the kick, his lips curved into a smirk. "You are not an ordinary brat but a daddy's lil' princess kind of brat," In a blink of eyes, he grabbed me by waist, wrapping my hair in a fist, tipped my head back and leaned down till his nose was touching mine, "Have you ever let your daddy spank you? I-"

"How dare you, you as- ah!" I yelped when he pulled my hair tight enough to warn.

"Such a foul mouth! Do I need to talk to your dad about this? Anyway, you can keep your threats to yourself because your dad would not be coming, ever. He does not care. Not to forget that he won't be able to find you even if he tried," he released my hair and softly ran his hands through them, still keeping me close. I wanted to tell him off for touching my hair but I was afraid that he would hurt me again, "Now do not cry," I didn't even realize that, "and be a good girl. Finish the pasta; you won't be getting anything else to eat before we reach Australia."

Australia? What the hell! My heart felt like a mountain in my chest. My knees held no power to support my weight any longer. I... I think I was going to pass out.

"No! Please, no! Australia is so far. You cannot do this. I refuse!" I cried, trying to back away from him but he spared me no chance.

"Not even if I say that there is sun and beach and lot of trees. Not to forget you'll experience a Christmas without snow? Perth is a beautiful place." he mocked me while wiping my tears. I cringed away from him. In that moment I hated him so much that I could just kill him.

"You are horrible!"

"We'll work this out somehow, sweetheart."