His dark, sadistic eyes slid toward her, glazing over with lust as he strode forward. Sharp tendrils of electricity shot through her body and she began to move away. Her heart thrummed against her chest, her mind went into panic mode, and while she struggled, he watched on with glee.
Suddenly, she was slammed back against the wall and pinned beneath his iron grip. She clenched and unclenched her fists as fear nipped at her throat. His hand glided down the wall until it rested beside her waist. She stiffened at his cold touch, fingers brushing against her bare mid section in a slow, teasing manner.
His gaze traveled down and he leaned closer, whispering into her ear. "I'm never letting you go home."
Her stomach dropped. She would never go home? She would never walk down the street where she recognized every pebble and crack again? She wouldn't get to hear the chime of the bell as she strode into Koski Korner for a snack? Then she came to a realization. Nothing back home any longer sparked joy or curiousity in her. It held too many bad memories, too many hardships and tragic events. She didn't even know if she could bare to return home, not after hearing the news of her father's death. She had been here, with Brick, for so long that she couldn't even remember the names of her friends. Plus, maybe she preferred staying here.
His hot breath tickled her neck and she stiffened. He played with a piece of her hair. "But you don't want to go home...do you?"
She glanced up and held back her nerves as she met his glowing red eyes. He took his hand away from her waist and placed it against her head. His crimson hair was pulled back from his eyes and made them stand out much more. She was lost in them, obsessed with them. But something she was even more obsessed with...was inches away from her.
Her eyes fell to his lips. "You know the answer."
Instantly, he stopped playing with her hair and grabbed the back of her head, crushing their lips together. They held the kiss, not caring about their need for air, only stopping to remove clothing. Brick pulled her shirt over her head, yanked off her shorts, before diving back in. She threw her arms around his neck and grabbed onto his shoulders as she was lifted. He held onto her thighs and carried her to the bed. Dropping her onto the soft mattress, he worked on her bottoms while kissing her neck. She ran her fingers through his short hair, her chest rapidly rising and falling beneath his touch. He tore off his shirt and tossed it aside then leaned over her, squeezed up against her body.
"My bros are coming over at noon so this is gonna have to be quick." He breathed.
She nodded slowly. "I can do quick..."
He pressed a kiss to her lips then met her gaze. "What's wrong?"
Her pulse fluttered. It always felt good to know he did care, sometimes. "I still don't understand why you kidnapped me."
His eyes widened. "I told you I can't-"
"You can't tell me that. I know." She pushed him away but he caught her wrists, easing her back down.
"Don't leave." He spoke, placing gentle kisses across her neck.
She shook her head. "I'm going insane. I haven't been outside in 4 months. The only activity I've been doing is this. And I'm afraid I have Stockholm syndrome."
He propped himself up on his hands. "That's not true, you fell for me before I kidnapped you."
Her stomach sunk. "Is that what you think?"
"Yes." He stated.
She sucked in a deep breath. "I still haven't fallen for you, Brick."
He held onto the bed sheets. "What?"
"You're forcing me into something I don't want." She explained.
His gaze darkened. "You never said no to-"
"Not this." She motioned between them before looking away. "You're keeping me from seeing my family, my sisters. I have people I need to protect. A future that awaits me. A life that I'd rather not live bawled up inside this stolen house."
He cautiously shifted off of her and into a spot beside her. She released a sigh and sat up.
"I have fun with you, Brick." She spoke softly, grasping his hand. "But the way you treat me, the things you say, and the fact that you kidnapped me I just-I can't fall for-This isn't going to-" Her face twisted into an annoyed expression. "I wanna go home." She had tried to trick herself into believing staying here wasn't so bad but it was. Her sisters meant the world to her, she needed them, and they needed her.
His steaming gaze softened and he tightened his grip. "No, no because if you go home then you'll leave me."
The thing about Brick is he's super overprotective and territorial, a natural leader. He's a bossy, take-control sort of guy. But she knew how incredibly gentle and caring he could be.
She glanced down at their intertwined hands, her hope slowly diminishing. He was too attached to her. He wasn't going to accept any bargaining. No, he wanted her to stay here forever. But she needed to go home.
His muscles tensed as she slipped her fingers away.
"I can still fight." She said quietly.
He furrowed his brows. "What? Why are you-"
"If you don't let me go-" She narrowed her eyes slightly. "I'll take whatever measures I need to. I will not stay here forever."
He opened his mouth to respond when a knock at the door interrupted him. Before getting up, he caught her hand and squeezed it. "We'll figure this out." Placing a kiss on her wine red lips, he released his hold and secured her wrists in binds, then exited the bedroom.
She waited to hear the roar of the car engine as the boys headed off, then dropped to her knees and wriggled underneath the bed. Once properly situated, she brought her leg up and spread open the loose fabric of the bottom of the mattress. Using her mouth, she caught her phone and slid back out from under the bed. Brick didn't know about the phone. She had it in her bra when he kidnapped her, so when he checked her pockets he found nothing. But when she came to realize her situation, she was quick to devise a plan. Hiding her phone, she made it seem like she had no way out. She had to wait, however. Many months obviously. In the beginning she couldn't try to use her phone because Brick kept her in the basement. Eventually, she got on his good side and was trusted enough to stay in his room. That was the point when she began to fall for him, although she didn't admit it. He was so attractive, in many ways, ways she never knew about. His touch lit her on fire and she didn't want it to go away. But she couldn't forget her sisters, her home. While trying to deal with conflicted emotions, she also thought up of an escape plan. Now was the time to set it into action.
She grasped the phone with her hands and twisted her head around to see it. Scrolling through her contacts, her eyes searched for one name. Suddenly, the screen stopped as she found it. She put the phone on speaker as it dialed the number, then tossed it onto the bed and leaned closer to it.
"Hello?" Hearing his voice made a wave of relief wash over her.
"Butch, I need your help." She stayed completely still as she waited for a response.
"Oh my god...Bloss?" His voice was shaky. "Where have you been!?"
"Your brother kidnapped me...that's where I've been for the passed 3 months."
"WHAT!?" His voice was filled with utter disbelief.
"We can talk about it later, but right now I really need you to listen. He left with his friends and he usually stays out until dark which only gives us an hour at most. So you have to listen to me, okay?" She tried to keep her voice steady but the panic was setting in.
Butch released a heavy sigh. "Okay, okay we'll talk later. I'm listening."
She smiled ever so slightly at his words before beginning. "Alright, get out a piece of paper and something to write with. I'm going to give you the address." Blossom had seen an envelope on Brick's desk before, the address of the house they were in was on it.
Sounds of shuffling was all she could hear for a while. Then he returned. "I got it. Address?"
"1300 Elm street." She said.
"Elm street? Where the hell is that?"
That's what she had dreaded him saying, because she didn't know either. "I...don't know."
"You don't know? Then how am I going to-!?" There was a pause. "You got the GPS turned on?"
Her eyes widened. "Oh my god, you're a genius! Yeah, I got it turned on. So you can track my phone, right?"
"Exactly. You're using your phone?"
"Yes."
"Describe the house to me."
"Gray siding, black tiled roof, black framing and a wooden porch." Whoever lived here last had photos on the walls picturing kids standing in front of the house.
Butch sounded baffled as he said, "He's living there then. I haven't seen him in so long, he said he was going on vacation for a bit. But he's actually been with you?"
"Yes. But you need to hurry and get over here." She heard a door slam shut and almost thought it was Brick.
"Already out and heading your way." Once again, he paused. "Bloss?"
"Yeah?"
"Why don't you just use your powers to escape?"
She sucked in a breath. "Because he took them away."
She heard Butch growl. "I'll be there as soon as I can."
The second he hung up, Blossom sunk to the floor and began to cry. She might never get her powers back. What Brick did could be permanent. Butch could get hurt trying to save her. Her sisters would never see her again if she wasn't rescued. One mere factor could set the world into a tail spin and for her...that would result in the end.
She glanced at her phone and bit her lip. 'Come on Butch, don't screw this up.'
Author's Note: In case anything was confusing, things will be cleared up in following chapters. Enjoy and review!
