"One night, my dad came into my room, he was really drunk, more than usual." I started, my eyes turning cold at the memory of my father.

I continued anyways, not looking up. "I was the only one home, my brother was at this party and my mum had ran away to her boyfriend's house last week." My mind went back to the day she left, her expression still ingrained in my mind. Guilt, sadness, and fear.

She had apologized everyday after the incident, but I'd never forgive her. She knew what she was doing as soon as she decided to leave my brother and I on our own.

My mother was a coward, that's why she married her boyfriend, who had served in the army before. I'm pretty certain she only did it for the feeling of security and having someone to take care of her. Something she had never been able to do herself...

"Anyways, he came into my room and started yelling at me. He was always yelling at me, saying I wasn't his daughter, calling me a monster, just anything really to get me to cry and breakdown. But that day, he took it too far." I took in a deep breath.

"He would usually leave me alone after getting a few slaps in." I opened my mouth to continue, not realizing how easily the words were flowing out of my mouth to this stranger, but was interrupted by a loud bang.

I jumped in my seat and looked up to see the kidnapper looking distraught and... enraged?

"That fucking bastard. No man should ever lay his hands on a girl like that. You should have sent his ass to jail, regardless of his connection to you." He said, his eyes slightly red, burning with intense emotion. My eyes fell upon his right hand which he was trying to hide behind him. It kind of reminded me of a young kid who was hiding his report card from his parents...

I was a bit taken back by that. I assumed he had punched something in anger, and wasn't sure how to respond.

Clearing my throat, I continued on. "Well in the beginning I never tried to fight back, and it was simply from my own fear. My brother would always be there to protect me but it'd always end up in a huge fist-fight, most of the time resulting in trips to the hospital. My mother would always say it was just him getting into fights at school to avoid any questions. It just kept getting worse and I couldn't keep seeing my brother's face all battered. So I stopped telling my brother about getting hit. It was easy to hide the marks, and it was worth it once I got to see him live the carefree life he should have been living. That's why he was at a party. He thought I was completely safe, otherwise I knew he'd never leave the house, and never get to live a normal life. It was driving him into a dark place and it hurt too much to watch."

I looked down, thinking back to my brother who had basically raised me. I didn't even want to think of the current state he'd be in right now...

"Anyways, that night I saw a broken bottle in his hand and freaked out. I thought he was going to throw it at me so I tried to run past him and out the door. He ended up grabbing my arm and stopping me and just got more pissed off at me for trying to run away." I closed my eyes for a moment, the horrible images flashing in my head.

It had been three years since I'd let myself think about this. I had just kept it all bottled up in the back of my mind, trying so hard to forget it all. It would haunt me some nights still, and sometimes I'd get faced with flashbacks, but I had been doing my best to keep it boxed up somewhere unreachable.

That was why I found it so hard to bring it back out after all those years.

"He dragged me back to the room and locked my door, cornering me with the bottle raised above his head." I shuddered as I remembered his expression, his eyes were burning red with anger and he was giving me the most horrifying smug look. It had been a terrifying calm look in his eyes, a decisive look in his eyes.

"I still wasn't giving up, so I saw my window five feet away, my last piece of hope. I sprinted to it and managed to get one leg out. He managed to grab my left leg and I toppled over the ledge and ended up dangling upside down, twenty feet above the ground." I realized a few tears were brimming my eyes and I quickly blinked them back.

I had the need to finish the story.

"He suddenly gained some common sense and realized it was not the best thing to throw your daughter out the window. He was still drunk so he was pretty strong. Strong enough to dislocate my leg." I stopped abruptly, taking in a sharp breath as I remembered that horrifying pain. I had felt the ligaments painfully tearing apart and my whole leg had felt like it was on fire.

It was an indescribable experience and I'd never wish it upon anyone.

"His hand had slipped from my ankle at one point. At that moment I was sure I was dead. But at the last second he grabbed my foot and ripped my leg right out of its socket." I whispered, shuddering at the memory.

I heard him take in a sharp breath and looked up finally.

His eyes were even more red now and full of anger mixed with sadness. His hair was sticking up in different angles, showing that he had probably been running his hands through them.

"Skylar stop." He said, his voice sounding strained. "You don't have to finish it." He said softly. "I am so sorry for forcing this story out of you, and I don't want you to relive this because of me." His voice sounded guilty and hurt.

I shook my head, I knew I had to finish it. I had never talked about it and I thought after letting it all out, it might help me get over it.

"No, I need to finish." I said, wiping away a few stray tears that had escaped and taking a deep breath.

He just stared at me but I quickly blocked out his face by hanging my head down and staring at my hands again.

"My brother had finally come home, and had stopped my father from doing any more damage. He practically ran to the emergency room with me over his shoulder in less than ten minutes, he was the star quarterback and all." I smiled with tears in my eyes, remembering my brother sprinting through the night to help me. The thought made my heart ache. He was never the same after that night...

"The doctor practically scared me to death when he told me I couldn't walk properly again." I shook my head, remembering how my entire world seemed to crash down in a matter of seconds after hearing those words. "It had ripped so violently that they were doubtful it could heal properly. Then my brother ran straight out of the room and came back with the biggest smile on his face and lifted me to cloud nine when he told me I would in fact be able to walk normally again. His friend's father was one of the best doctors in America, so he flew all the way from Phoenix to perform surgery on my leg." A small smile took place on my lips, and it was again, because of my brother.

"After seven hours of being unconscious, I finally woke up with a working leg. Then I went back home with my brother, never saw either of my parents again, and lived happily ever after." I finished.

I felt as if a weight had been lifted off of my chest as I realized I had gone through the whole story. Without bursting out crying like I thought I would too.

It was relieving and in a way, made me feel stronger.

I looked up to see my kidnapper staring at me with his jaw slightly unhinged.

"Wow." He said finally.

Wow? Wow as in 'this story touched my heart' or wow as in 'you had a rough childhood'?

"Skylar, shit I'm sorry! Fuck..." He said in a stressed way, looking kind of cute. I look up to see his wide eyes staring back at me and his hand running through his yummy hair.

Well I definitely wasn't expecting an apology after telling him my story.

"What." I said stupidly after a while, staring at him with a blank expression.

"I shouldn't have tackled you...twice! I probably fucked it up even more now..." He said, looking heavily burdened with guilt all of a sudden.

I stared at him, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

What? He's not the only one that can surprise you with random laugh attacks...

After I composed myself, wiping away an imaginary tear and all, I looked up at his confused face.

"What?" He asked, now he was the one puzzled.

"Sorry, and it's fine, you didn't know." I gave him a small smile, feeling bad when I looked at his apologetic guilt-ridden expression.

"What?" He repeated, curiosity burning in his eyes.

"It's just kind of bizarre that the big bad kidnapper is apologizing." I said, smiling softly in amusement.

Although it was sweet, he's the one who came out trying to look like and be a badass, but inside he was a deep softie...

"You know what? I take that back. I was trying to be nice and what's bizarre is you laughing after telling me your life-altering, traumatic story." He said, his expression confused mixed with a hint of concern.

"No! It's a good thing. Most guys aren't like that." I said softly. "And yeah I guess it is strange. But it's not an easy story to tell and I guess laughing afterwards is my way of shattering the aftereffects in here from my morbid story." I shrugged.

He gave me an understanding nod, his intense eyes fixated on mine. But they were filled with sympathy...

I had to look away because that look of pity was the last thing I wanted to see right now. I hated that look.

Somehow, I think he understood that, and thankfully moved on.

"So what makes me different than most guys?" He asked, a ghost of a smile on his face.

"The fact that you're a kidnapper." I said automatically, causing him to scowl at me.

"I'm leaving." He growled, standing up and turning to leave.

"No wait! I wasn't done." I yelled, grabbing his arm and tugging him back to the couch.

As soon as our skin made contact, I felt tingles on my hand. That's definitely not normal...

Then again, stopping your kidnapper from leaving and complimenting him isn't either.

He took a seat across from me again and stared at me expectantly.

He must've been expecting me to say some more mean things, considering the shock in his eyes after I was done.

"Most guys that would be in your position would be treating me a lot worse." I said with a frown, staring at my lap.

"For whichever reason you decided to kidnap me for," I started off, trying not to roll my eyes in frustration. "You're kind of a chill kidnapper. Yeah you were rude and stripped me from my life and whatnot, but you let me argue and talk back to you. And you were sweet earlier when I was opening up to you, and it made me feel better somehow, telling you my story. Maybe it was because of the fact that you're a stranger, or maybe I just saw something in you that had invigorated me to be slightly vulnerable around you. Yeah this whole situation is pretty messed up but I haven't fully found out the reason for all of this, and for some reason I believe that you're not the real bad-guy here. Or maybe you are and you're going to kill me in the next five seconds. Who knows? The point is, I could be getting starved and beat while being here, but I'm not. So thank you for letting me use your Axe shampoo and not being some cruel prick." I shrugged casually afterwards.

"Wow. You didn't have to say all that." He finally spoke. "It was sweet but I know don't deserve to be seen like that. Especially not from you. I stripped you from your life regardless Skylar..." He trailed off, his voice getting thick with emotion. My heart felt something when I saw the tortured look in his eyes.

"I know." I sighed finally. "And I'm hoping I can figure out the reason for all of this soon." I looked back up at him and studied his frame. "I'm not that stupid." I said with a small laugh. "Look at you. You should be in school or something. You have a nice place, a cute little brother which I don't know where you're hiding but I hope you feed him well," I gave him a look. "You seem smart and sweet, and I can't see you doing this for your own motives, because I can't see any. So once I know what's truly going on, I guess then I can make my own proper judgments." I shrugged.

He stared at me for a while.

I started to get nervous when he didn't speak for a long time.

"What is it?" I couldn't help but blurt out.

Had I said too much? Would he laugh at me and lock me in a dungeon saying that it was all just an act? Had I made a fool out of myself? Did that even matter?

"I think you're an incredible person." He finally spoke, saying the last thing I would have expected.

He noticed my shocked expression and let out a small laugh.

"I don't think you know how much it takes in someone to be able to say things like that. To be able to see things from an unbiased perspective like that. I should be the least deserving of your empathy, but yet you offer that to someone who just stole everything from you." He finished off sadly.

"First of all, it's not empathy, it's just me not stressing about things out of my control until I can get control. I guess I just have a very lax attitude towards a lot of things." I said nonchalantly. "And like I said, I know you have a bigger reason for doing this and I will find it out." I looked at him pointedly.

"You're about to find out what you need to soon detective." He gave me a hint of an amused smile, his green eyes intensely holding mine in place.

I was momentarily at a loss for words due to his intense gaze and all I could manage to do was bite my lip softly before I could stop myself.

His eyes happened to catch the small act and stayed on my lips for a fleeting second, before meeting mine again with increased intensity this time.

I felt my heart pick up and suddenly felt frozen in place.

Wait.

I suddenly realized how I didn't like the control he was having over every part of me right now, and managed to break out of my dazed state.

"I have a question." I said all of a sudden.

The flicker of surprise in his eyes from my nonchalance made me bite back a smirk.

"Surprise surprise." He said sarcastically, trying to cover up.

I tried not to roll my eyes.

"You never told me what your name was." I pointed out.

He smirked at me and leaned in a few inches over the table, causing my heart to do weird jumps.

I swear I have a retarded heart...

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, the door flew open, causing me to jump ten feet in the air.

Our heads snapped in that direction and I saw a short man with a black trench coat walk in.

Finally! Something normal about getting kidnapped. Short mysterious man with a trench coat walks in, check.

The man looked to be about in his late forties and had thinning black hair, almost bald. He had beady black eyes that added to the creeper look.

Mr.Kidnapper stood up now to face him so I followed as well. I felt like we were doing a two-against-one thing here.

We all just stared at each other for a good ten minutes.

"What's taking you so long?" He finally said in a high pitched voice, surprising me.

He looked like he would have a deep scary voice that would make me shudder, but it ended up making me hold in a snicker.

"We'll be there. Just give us a minute." Mr.Kidnapper spoke through clenched teeth.

"Do you know how god damn long I've been waiting for you to get your ass downstairs?" He said in a scary tone.

I was surprised when his tone actually gave me goosebumps. For such a squeaky voice, he could sound pretty intimidating when he wanted to.

"I don't know, I'm not fucking Mr.Wolf." The kidnapper replied.

Wait, didn't Mr.Wolf only tell the time?

"You better shut that mouth of yours before I do things that neither of us want." The mystery guy threatened.

I really was starting to hate this guy... The fact that his voice slightly reminded me of Alvin from Alvin and the chipmunks didn't exactly increase my love for him...

"You can kiss my ass if you think-" Mr.Kidnapper started, but the man cut him off.

"You have five minutes to get down there. Any later and I take out the chains." He growled in a slightly deeper voice, turning shortly afterwards, but not before turning to me and giving me a long stare.

The chains...?

As soon as the door slammed shut, I turned to the kidnapper.

"What the hell was that all about?" I cried, staring at him and waiting to be enlightened.

He sighed and ran a hand through his sexy hair.

"Skylar, I was going to tell you this earlier today and you might get a little mad at what I'm about to say." He said, watching my reaction closely.

"I'm already kidnapped. What else could there possibly be that's worse?" I rolled my eyes.

I forced my feet to not turn and run in the other direction when I saw him start taking small steps towards me.

"Skylar, that man you just saw, you need to stay away from him." He said seriously, now an arm's length away.

"I knew he was trouble when he walked in." I snapped my fingers, like a detective that just figured out the answer to a really hard question.

He just rolled his eyes at me for those Taylor Swift words.

"What I'm about to tell you, is something serious." He started again.

"Yeah no duh. Why else is it so intense in here." I retorted.

He let out a frustrated sigh, then planted his hands on my shoulders, causing my retarded heart to do some gymnastic moves.

"Listen to me carefully." He looked at me with pleading eyes.

Like I could say no to that.

"Fine, what is it that's gotten your panties in a twist?" I sighed, preparing myself for bad news.

"That man is my boss, he ordered me to kidnap you." He started, watching me intently for my reaction.

He was probably expecting me to throw a huge temper tantrum considering I saw surprise in his eyes as I laughed.

I swear there's laughing gas in the air every time we're close.

"Why the hell are you laughing!?" He yelled, seeming agitated.

"You work for that man?" I shook my head in disbelief. "I'm sure you could knock that man out with just one blow, hell even I can."

I stared down at my knuckles proudly. The swelling had decreased and they were starting to look normal again.

"I'm not Batman." He snorted, rolling his eyes.

"Clearly. Batman wouldn't have kidnapped me, instead he would've sat down with me as we would sip our smoothies together at that mall." I sighed, imagining that amazing scene. Damn I wish he would've come that day...

"Anyways." The kidnapper interrupted my day dream of me wiping smoothie off of Batman's chin.

Stupid kidnapper, doesn't he know never to interrupt my fantasies of Batman?

"That man may weigh ninety pounds, but he's more dangerous than ten mafia families put together." He said.

"So like the Joker?" I asked referring to the Batman again.

He let out a long, controlled breath.

"Will you please just let me finish?" He pleaded.

"Wait, if he's more dangerous than ten mafia families put together, then I don't think it was a smart idea to tell him to kiss your ass." I told him.

Silly boy, thinks he's so badass...

"I will say whatever the hell I want to say." He yelled, looking mad.

"See! Even you're not afraid of Alvin!" I pointed out.

"Skylar, that's not-- wait, Alvin?" He looked at me confused.

"From Alvin and the chipmunks." I explained slowly. Isn't it pretty obvious?

He let out another frustrated sigh.

"Can you just-" he started.

"Oh I get it now!" I suddenly blurted out.

"You do?" He asked me, disbelief in his eyes.

I nodded with a smirk. I was a genius.

Relief flooded his eyes.

"Wait, what do you get?" He suddenly added, the relief just as quickly vacating his eyes.

"He hired you to kidnap me, because he's not strong enough to do it himself! He needed someone muscly." I replied.

I saw him face-palm.

"Wait, does that mean you're his bodyguard too? I mean I'm pretty sure he needs one, because he can't scare anyone with a voice like that." I wondered out loud.

"Skylar-" he started in a pained voice.

"How much does he pay you for this dirty work?" I suddenly asked.

"That isn't-" he started again.

"Or does he pay you with drugs for your psychotic problems?" I asked.

"What?" He stared at me blankly.

"He doesn't pay you at all does he?" I suddenly realized. He was probably a slave or something.

"Can-" he started again, but I wasn't finished.

"Were you forced into this?" I ask him, looking at him with sympathy.

"Skylar."

"If you were-"

"Skylar."

"You can tell me, I mean it's not like-"

"Hey. Skylar."

"It's not like I have anyone here to-"

"Skylar!"

I opened my mouth to continue, but stopped my mouth.

"What?" I asked distractedly. Was he even listening to me?

"Shut. Up." He said slowly, looking at me with annoyance.

"What crawled up your-" I started, but was suddenly attacked by the very bipolar kidnapper.

I squealed as he suddenly pressed my back against the wall, his right hand covering my mouth and his left hand against the wall beside my head.

"Listen to me very carefully, we don't have much time. What I'm about to say is serious and I need you to not freak out." He told me, no sign of joking on his face.

I slowly nodded.

"Good. That man that just came is waiting for me to bring you downstairs to his room so he can get some answers out of you." He spoke closely to me.

"He's first going to explain why he had me kidnap you, then he's gonna start asking questions. Now I need you to lie when he asks them. Just say you don't know anything and don't look him in the eyes. That's how he finds out if you're lying." He finished.

He removed his hand but didn't move his position.

I just stood there for a while, taking in what he had said.

"Why do you want me to lie?" I asked, clueless of the point.

"Because if you tell him the truth, you'll be putting not only yours, but your whole family's life in danger. Well, more importantly your brother's" He explained, staring at me intently.

"Okay." I replied, agreeing with him after he mentioned the safety of my brother. I had no reason to doubt him now, I had already seen the hate in his eyes for that man to know he wasn't on his side, even if he did work for him.

"Just one more thing." I added, just as he was about to pull away.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked.

"Doing what?" He said, clueless.

"Helping me." I explained.

His bright green eyes stared at me for a moment, before he answered. "Because I don't want you to get hurt."

That made my heart swell and butterflies to throw a party in my stomach.

All the fear and anxiety left me for a moment, and was instead replaced with a sense of slight warmth. But only for a second, until the cold reality crept back in.

He finally pulled away and headed out the door. Pushing myself off of the wall, I followed after him.

"Oh, and you should probably change back into your clothes so he doesn't get suspicious." He mentioned.

"But he already say me in these when he burst in here." I replied, looking down at the pool of cloth I was drowning in.

"He barely looked your way and he would have said something if he noticed, trust me." He said back. "I'll left them folded on the bed for you." He added.

I closed the door and proceeded to change back into my own clothes, trying not to think too vividly of the day I had last been wearing these.

I came out of the room all changed now and he stood up, walking towards the door and opening it for me as he held out a hand.

I didn't think twice before grabbing it in my own and walking down the hall with him.

His hand fit perfectly in mine in an oddly comforting way. I tried not to think too much of it.

"Will you be there when he asks me those questions?" I asked with fear, suddenly looking up at him.

I don't know why, but the thought of facing that man alone terrified me.

My kidnapper was the only one that could comfort me right now, as twisted as it sounds.

He stared down at me and smiled. "Of course."

I smiled slightly and felt him give my hand a small squeeze, reassuring me.

We took an elevator down to the bottom floor.

Turns out when that man had said 'downstairs', he meant underground.

He probably thought that since his voice couldn't scare me, the setting of the place could...

I followed my kidnapper down a long hall to the right of the elevator when we stepped out.

It was indoor and right in front of the elevator was the door leading to the parking lot.

Mr.Kidnapper stopped.

"I'm sorry Skylar, but you're gonna have to put this around your mouth and struggle in my grip when we walk in." He said, pulling out a red rag from his back pocket.

I stared at the horrific thing and finally sighed, holding out a hand for it.

Instead of handing it to me, he walked behind me and tied it himself, his fingers softly brushing against the back of my neck.

"Just tell me if I hurt you princess." He whispered in my ear, his warm breath on my neck.

I slightly shuddered.

Before I could react, he grabbed my arms and pulled them behind me, making it seem rough but his hold was nothing but gentle.

"Show time." He said, before opening a door to my right and dragging me in behind him.

I remembered I had to act, so I started squirming and yelling, my voice muffled by the rag.

I looked around the room and my pupils grew large because of how dark it was.

I looked around, searching for the weird man.

"Bring her here." I heard him squeak.

I snapped my head to the direction of his voice and saw a small beam of light shining down from a single lone light-bulb.

The kidnapper walked over there and I started to squirm again, trying to sell our act.

I spotted Alvin, yes that's his new name, standing near the light, staring at me as we finally came to a stop in front of him.

I suddenly snapped my eyes away, remembering he could tell if I was lying.

"Strap her to that chair, and leave us." He ordered, talking to the kidnapper.

My eyes followed his gaze and under the light, I saw a single metal chair with its legs planted into the cement underneath, with rope on the ground around it.

All in all, it looked like one of those chairs where you strap your victim in and torture them to death...

I was not sitting in that.

"I think it's better if I keep her in my lock." The kidnapper said, causing relief to wash over me.

The man stared at him questioningly.

"If you strap her to the chair, you can't move her, if I keep her locked in my grip, I can move her around. The wire for the shocking device isn't long enough to reach that chair anyways." He replied coolly.

Wow, he was a good actor...

Wait, the shocking device!?

I widened my eyes, my body tensing all of a sudden.

I felt my kidnapper start to run small circles on my wrist with his thumb, the small movement hidden since my hands were in between my back and his pretty nice abs. I discreetly melted into his hold. That small gesture was enough to calm me down.

"Aright, but if she escapes-" The man started.

"She won't." The kidnapper cut him off.

"Do not interrupt me boy." The man snapped.

Bitch.

"If she escapes, I will make sure to crush your skull like a little crouton and lock you in a tank filled with sharks." The man said with a smile, as if he were discussing his wonderful day.

Crouton? This guy was pathetic...

I felt my kidnapper's hot breath hit the back of my neck as he let out a frustrated sigh, but held his temper.

I also realized he hadn't stopped rubbing circles on my wrist.

"Anyways, Skylar, we have a lot to talk about today." The man said, turning to me and smiling wide.

I gave him a panicked look, just for show, even though I was nowhere near scared, since his squeaky voice had left me holding back laughter...

"Alright, now where shall we start?" He wondered out loud.

I rolled my eyes as he referred to himself as 'we'.

"Ah, let's start with why I had my best kidnapper pick up an annoying little bitch from the mall." He smiled at me, knowing I wasn't able to do anything at the moment.

I held back a glare, knowing that was what he wanted and settled for a wink.

He stared at me strangely. "Prostitute." He muttered, causing me to slightly chuckle, since the way he said it made it sound less offensive and more of a joke.

"Did I tell you to laugh?" He roared, suddenly appearing right in front of my face.

I stared back at him with ease.

At that moment, I suddenly realized why my kidnapper had warned me about this guy.

The next thing I knew, I was crouching over in pain.

I looked up to see Alvin standing there with a smug look and shaking his wrist out like punching me in the stomach was nothing.

The fact that he had a ring on each finger caused the pain to grow.

I couldn't even clutch my stomach since my kidnapper was still holding my arms.

I felt his grip on my arms tighten and heard him suck in a quiet breath, as if the blow had affected him too.

Alvin turned his back to us for a second, and my kidnapper used it to whisper in my ear.

"Stand up straight and take long slow breaths, it eases the pain. Also, don't speak unless he tells you to." He quickly whispered soothingly.

I blinked back tears and nodded once.

I straightened my back and did what he told me to.

"Now, where were we?" Alvin squeaked, turning back around and glaring at me.

"Oh yes, I was just going to tell you about your step father." He smiled sickly.

My eyes widened in confusion and I just stared at him.

Where did my step-ass-hole-father come into all of this?

Well I was about to find out...

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A/N

AHH ! I'm one hour and forty minutes late!

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