Run.

That was the first thing to come to my mind.

Without thinking it through, I spun around and pushed my kidnapper back, catching him off-guard as he stumbled back a bit.

Which way had we come from again? Was it left or right?

Realizing I was being foolish for stalling even for a second, I took off down the hall going right.

I opened my mouth, getting ready to scream bloody murder to get the attention of other residents who lived here, when I fell.

No, it wasn't my own fault for once.

I was being tackled.

I fell to the ground in an instant, the kidnapper's body weight crushing me before I even got a chance to catch my breath.

I looked up into his eyes hesitantly, afraid of him getting pissed off and strangling me to death right on the spot.

But I was taken aback. Instead of his face being red and smoke coming out of his ears, and yes, I actually imagined that, he surprised me by laughing.

My kidnapper was laughing. At me. For almost escaping.

Nice.

What was so damn funny?

Maybe my pants fell down while I was running...

I tilted my head to the right and looked past the crazy psychopathic kidnapper at my legs.

Nope, not my pants. He really is crazy. I should've figured when he pulled out a gun and pointed it to his head. Even though he knew it wasn't loaded, there could've been an extra bullet in there...

I looked at him confused, and after he wiped away a few tears that had fallen from laughing so hard, he spoke.

"Oh god, that was hilarious." He mumbled, shaking his head at me. "Highlight of my week."

I wasn't sure how to respond to that, afraid that maybe if I talk he might burst out laughing. Or crying. Or both. It was very possible.

There was a pause as he just stared at my face, with a small smile.

Oh no. The first thing that came to mind when I saw his polite smile was something that rhymes with grape.

I shrunk back as he lifted up a hand and brought it near my face.

He was gonna knock me out.

I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the blow, feeling helpless.

But it never came. I snapped open my eyes when I heard him start laughing again.

Oh god help me. I'd rather just die right now than put up with this crazy psycho.

"Um, excuse me Mr.Kidnapper? Can you just kill me already? You're starting to freak me out..." I said quietly and uncertainty.

He let out a small chuckle.

Thank god he didn't start laughing again...

"I'm not gonna kill you." He said seriously, and I saw the truth in his eyes.

But then that must mean he's planning on-

Noticing my sudden panic attack, he quickly added, "Nor will I harass you in any way. I mean no harm, really." He assured me with a calm tone.

He means no harm? Really?

"Then why the hell did you kidnap me!?" I couldn't help but yell out.

"I don't know, I just felt like it." He shrugged.

My jaw dropped as I stared at him in shock. Was he joking or was he serious?

"You're kidding, right?" I asked hesitantly.

He simply rolled his eyes. "Of course I'm kidding. Even if I did do it just to amuse myself, I would have picked someone less..." He trailed off in thought.

I glared up at him, but at the same time wondering why the hell my kidnapper was joking around with me as if we were friends.

Maybe he was just a loner and kidnapped me so he could have a friend...

"Who are you and why did you kidnap me?" I whispered in exasperation.

"You'll find out soon enough." Was all he said before standing up and offering me his hand.

Like I'm gonna trust him... Even though he's insanely hot... But still a psycho.

I sat up and put both hands on the floor and pushed myself up.

I suddenly winced as pain shot through my leg.

The doctors had said it would hurt if I did strenuous activities for at least the next two years, and I guessed being tackled by a crazy kidnapper counted as strenuous.

My kidnapper noticed this and quickly grabbed my arm as I felt my knees buckle.

"They really do speak the truth when they say I make the girls fall to their knees." He smirked at me, not noticing my discomfort thankfully.

I hid my glare, gritting my teeth in annoyance. As if this day couldn't get any worse, my damn leg was being retarded and my kidnapper turned out to be a bipolar, friendly psycho.

I ripped my arm out of his grasp and stood up straight, putting all my weight on my right leg, my good leg.

"Anyways, before you rudely interrupted me by running off," He gave me a pointed look, as if I were the bad guy here. "I was going to offer some answers to your many questions." He grinned.

I just stared at him.

"Come inside!" He said with a welcoming smile, putting a hand behind my back and leading me back to his apartment.

I knew I had no chance if I tried running again, because of my messed up leg, but I could always scream for help...

As if reading my thoughts, before I could even open my mouth, my kidnapper put a gag around my head in one fluid motion.

"Sorry dear, but you're a bit of an annoyance. We wouldn't want our friendly neighbors being disturbed now would we?" He smiled.

My hands immediately went up to untie it but he swiftly secured my wrists in his hand, pinning them behind me.

I twisted my neck and fully glared at him, saying the dirtiest thing to him I could think of, but it came out sounding like "mmm mph mmm mmm mphmm!"

He smiled and patted my head. "I knew you'd understand my little petunia."

I didn't know whether to gag at the nickname or laugh.

I stepped through the kidnapper's door reluctantly, and looked around, surprised.

I had always thought kidnappers had very messy houses with things scattered everywhere and blueprints laid on the floor, guns lined up on the wall and maybe even some crack in the corner...

But this guy's place was even neater than my own home! It was literally sparkling clean, not a trace of dust anywhere. It was a very cozy looking place, with soft cushions and couches and thick rugs everywhere.

Funny how a kidnapper lives here.

"My mother likes to torture me if I don't keep my place clean." He said from behind.

I turned to see him standing there, with the smallest tinge of red on his cheeks.

Since when do kidnappers act like cute and normal? I had to keep reminding myself he was a kidnapper, with all the laughing he was doing and the laid back attitude he'd display.

Wait, if his mom ordered him around then... does that mean she's also a kidnapper? Does she know of her son's psychotic problems?

"Come, let's have a seat!" He exclaimed, walking us over to the couches.

The kidnapper's a gentleman now? What's next, is he gonna bring out his pet unicorn and sing me a song with his magical harp?

I rolled my eyes and went to undo the gag around me now since he stepped away and let go of my wrists.

But he quickly grabbed them once again as he stood in front of me and looked at me cautiously.

"If you take it off, you have to promise me you won't yell. There's no residents in this apartment but there are my boss' men. If they hear you screaming, they might come in and try to lock you up. Maybe you'd prefer that instead of my nice crib though so up to you, really." He said.

My eyes widened as I took in his information. So there was no one around that could save me... And he had a boss!? That must mean this whole kidnapping was not just a random act of boredom committed by this hot weird stranger. It was way bigger and I had to find out more...

"Promise you won't scream like a maniac?" He asked me again.

I looked at him and nodded my head slowly with wide eyes.

He sighed in relief then came around and undid the knot, letting the rag fall around my neck.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME? DOES YOUR MOM KNOW THAT HER SON IS A FREAKING KIDNAPPER? DO YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!? ARE YOU GONNA KILL ME!? WHY-" The questions came shooting out of my mouth as soon as I had the freedom of speech again.

I suddenly stopped, as I realized the second last question I had in my head came out of my mouth with way too much confidence for my liking. I had been wondering that ever since I saw him at the mall, but had convinced myself that a crazy psycho couldn't possibly have a girlfriend.

My cheeks flushed a bright red as I suddenly looked at the floor, trying to open it up with my mind and disappear into it.

I heard him chuckle after a really long awkward silence.

"You'll find all your answers to your questions soon, darling... But I can answer one of them for you." He said, amusement flickering in his eyes.

I gulped as he took a few steps towards me.

Before he could take another step, I held out my hand to stop him, so now he was just an arms length away.

He ignored my attempts to push him away and leaned in close to my ear.

"I most certainly do not have a girlfriend, if you're interested, which I'm pretty sure you are." He whispered.

I shivered slightly before I could stop myself, receiving a devilish smirk at my reaction.

"I can't blame you. I have all the girls falling at their-" he didn't get to finish that sentence, because the next thing I knew, my fist went flying into his face and he stumbled back a few steps, before falling to the ground.

Woah.

I just knocked out a man who's all muscle.

I stared down at his limp figure in shock, before feeling a searing pain in my fist.

"Ow! Ow ow ow!" I yelled, jumping around and shaking my hand.

I glanced down at it and saw it was all bruised and purple, my knuckles were all swollen.

So that's why they wear big gloves while boxing....

Realizing there was no time to celebrate over knocking out a boy with my first punch ever or to wallow in pain over my hand, I told myself to get it together and get the hell out.

I turned on my heel and made a break to the door but was stopped abruptly as I saw the cutest little boy standing there, staring at me with a teddy bear dangling from his hand by his side.

Wait, what?

Oh don't tell me he kidnaps cute little kids too!

I'd make sure to add an extra six years in prison for him when we would take this case to court.

I stared into his confused bright blue eyes. He had soft black hair and looked no older than eight.

"How long have you been here for?" I asked him, crouching down on my knees and trying to appear calm.

The last thing I want is for him to think I'm part of that crazy psycho's mafia-kidnapping-gang.

"Um, my whole life..." He trailed off, looking at me strangely.

I gasped and suddenly embraced him in a hug. This boy probably needed one, considering he'd been here his whole life!

"It's okay. We're gonna get out of here now. It's okay." I whispered into his ear, rubbing his small little back.

"Who are you?" He blurted, pulling away from my hug and taking a few steps back, looking a little scared.

He thinks I'm on the bad guys side! What do I do?

"No don't worry! I'm not on his side! I'm good like you! I was kidnapped here too and now we're gonna get out of here!" I exclaimed quickly, glancing over at our captor.

I sighed in relief at the sight of his still limp body.

"Kidnapped?" The little boy spoke, making my eyes snap back to him.

"Yes, kidnapped. Now lets go before he wakes up!" I said, struggling to keep my voice calm.

The little kid was holding me back, even though he was adorable, we needed to get out of here. Now.

I snapped my eyes to my crazy kidnapper's body once more, feeling anxious.

I looked back and saw the boy tilting his head to the side to see what I kept glancing at.

His eyes widened and he stared back at me.

"Why's my brother on the ground?" He asked, taking more small steps away from me.

"Because I knocked him- wait, your brother?" I froze.

I heard a soft groan and turned my head to see my kidnapper sitting up now and rubbing his cheek where I had hit him.

You're kidding.

My life is officially over.

Here come the waterworks...

I let out a strangled cry and fall to my knees, sobbing into my hands.

I had lost. It's over. I was going to die at the young age of seventeen.

What was even more sad was that I hadn't even gotten my first kiss...

Why did I have to go buy a smoothie at Orange Julius? Why didn't I just stick with my friends and go inside the shop, where it would've been safe? Better yet, why had I even gone to the mall in the first place?

Because of your friends.

My friends. I knew no matter what, I would've still gone. Because they were my friends and I loved them. I shouldn't be here regretting this and blaming it on my friends.

And knowing them, they're probably at home blaming it all on themselves. Especially Landon.

Landon... The thought of him made me cry even harder.

I missed him so much right now. Who knew if I'd ever see him again?

No. I can't think that. I won't. I need to think positive if I'm going to escape this place.

I forced my breathing to come out steady and wiped away my tears.

I stood up all of a sudden and faced my kidnapper who was just standing there with a hand in mid-air as if he was about to help me up.

He was the reason I was here. It wasn't my fault, it was his. The thought suddenly fueled my anger and I couldn't stand the sight of him.

I gave him the a resentful glare, before stomping off. I don't know where I was going, definitely not out the door since he was blocking it, and I didn't need a repeat of what happened last time.

I briskly made my way down a short hall, roughly pushing open the door at the end of it.

I stepped inside and swung it shut with all my force.

It caused a loud bang which caused my ears to ring and a few empty frames on the wall to shake.

I let out an angry scream and turned around, finding myself in a bedroom.

A guy's bedroom to be exact.

The walls were painted a midnight blue, with a few empty frames and some paintings hung up on the wall. There was a king sized bed with black comforters accompanied by a night stand against one wall.

Just like the living room, this room was also neat and organized, no boxers and dirty socks on the ground, no pictures of half naked girls on the walls, no dirty dishes.

I walked towards a window which was facing a wide backyard. Behind it, was a breathtaking view of the mountains and sunset.

I would've stood there and admired it more if I hadn't been so upset.

I suddenly felt exhausted and collapsed onto the inviting bed.

It was just as comfy as it looked, so I snuggled underneath the covers and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. Maybe I would never wake up, or maybe my kidnapper would come in and start having a tickle fight with me. Who really knew at this point? All I knew was that I had had a long day and could not be bothered to deal with anything more right now. Not even my horrible traumatic fate.

Just as I dozed off, a thought crossed my mind that struck a bit of alarm in my half-dozed off state. I had too much on my mind to notice that this was most likely, ironically enough, my psychotic-Abercrombie model-kidnapper's room.

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A/N

She's still alive! :O

I know I haven't updated in literally forever, and I know I don't deserve two votes, which is why I put it up! Voteless or not!

I have been busy working on my other story, Breaking Promises, since I wanted to focus on that.

I also needed some time to figure out a plot and where this story will go, and to be honest, I have nothing, so I'm just gonna go on with it :P

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