(A/N- Hi everyone, thank you so much for all the Fav's, Follows and reviews. You guys are awesome. I hope you like this chapter. Also sorry for such a long wait on an update for a new chapter. Some life stuff went down and needed to be taken care of. So without further ado, here is chapter SEVEN!)
CHAPTER 7
Bellas p.o.v
The minute I saw Lucas and Angela passed out on the couch, I wanted to scream. I did almost scream, but the animalistic sound that erupted from Samuel's throat and then the dark look in his eyes and his words had me frozen, utterly petrified to my spot. I have never seen a look like that before, he looked feral. He was so angry...so sexy.
Wait, what!
"Go. Change. Now." His voice was low and rumbled like a bear. It sent chills down my spine, but they were the scary kind, I glared up at him. Childish deficiency worms its way into my belly. The feeling of wanting to slap his face was also surging through me. If only to whip the smugness off his face.
I licked my lips and clutched my towel tighter then did an about face, leaving my back vulnerable, and ran back to my room, not because he told me too but because I didn't want to stand around in only a towel dripping wet. I looked around in my room, looking for something that would help me protect my family from these crazy bastards. What I needed was my damn phone. Sighing, I cursed Samuel once more for taking it and most likely destroying it and not having the money to get a new one. God, I was really missing our old land line right about now, why the hell did we even get rid of it. Stupid advancing technology and leaving me so damn helpless. I pulled on a pair of faded jeans and an old Three Days Grace rody shirt I got back when they came to Portland Oregon. I put on some soaks and my most sturdy ass kicking pair of boots I owned, and slowly walked to the bedroom door.
What am I going to do? What do they want and more importantly, how did they find me? Why the fuck didn't I listen to the E.R and file charges against these creeps. Ugh! I still don't quite understand it myself, when the Case worker came to talk to me and asked to take my statement I just couldn't. It was like my brain wasn't letting me. My body physically couldn't form the words to implicate Samuel. Like it was protecting Him and that only made me more upset, rethinking that maybe I was even more fucked up in the head for all that happened.
I had gotten so upset and terrified by my own body's reaction that instead of giving them the details I did remember of my kidnapping I just faked BlackOut-PTSD and left it at that. The case worker wasn't convinced, she gave me her business card and told her to call if ANYTHING ever did pop up. Ya that has yet to happen.
A commotion downstairs brought me out of my reverie. I looked back at the door, chewing my bottom lip. I need to keep Lucas and Ange safe at all costs. I don't get it, I hadn't said a damn thing on who I was, who LuLu was or where I lived, Damn it! I had been so careful to make sure the car I stole was dumped nowhere near the area I lived in. Yet they fucking found me. Lucas's survival always came first.
With that in mind I squared my shoulders and opened my bedroom door, walked down the hall only stopping for a brief second the scan the living room from my birds eye view from the upstairs landing. I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath through my nose trying to settle my anxious nerves.
I made my way down the stairs to the living room. Samuel was the first of them to notice my presence. His back was turned and blocked the others from my view. As I approached I noticed his back tense, all conversation stopped then he turned to face me.
My eyes wandered over his stern features, I could see a muscle in his jaw twitching from clenching and his eyebrows were pinched so far together that it caused strong lines to form along his forehead. But once my eyes landed on his it all seemed to melt away, just for a few seconds. Though that stern mask he always wore was once again right back up. His eyes seemed to wander over my person, examining me. He smiled in approval of my outfit in choice ( I assumed) before walking over and wrapped his arms around me. One of his hands found their way to press firmly to the back of my neck.
At first reaction my body froze up, My anger roared and chill bumps erupted over my exposed skin he touched. How dare he touch me. How dare he even think I WANTED him to touch me! I clinched my hands in to tight fists, I could feel my nails dig into my palms. It hurt, but I welcomed the sting. Then, Just like at the club when we first met, those flipping hot sparks of desire ignited and more chill bumps spread over me, I couldn't stop my body's reaction. I gasped at the sensations and an unwanted shiver wrecked my body. My eyes closed on their own accord, enjoying the feeling of Samuel's warm chest. I Subconsciously tilted my head so I could run my nose along his exposed collar bone. His strong arms then tighten around my waist and bent his head down to bury his face over my neck and still wet hair, taking big gulps air, smelling.
The soft rumble that came from his chest startled me out of my haze and I schooled myself, Ignoring my body's reaction I awkwardly pat him on the back, what the hell else was I supposed to do? The fucking man that kidnapped me was in my damn living room acting like we were a couple, like this whole thing was normal. He pulls away a little and looks down into my eyes, rubbing his hands up and down my arms. Frankly the look in his eyes was creeping me out. The look on his face was way too intense, he looked at me like I was the banana split and he was the spoon.
"Please, just go, leave me alone. I won't go to the cops or anything." My voice was a broken plea that fell of deaf ears.
I don't know why he wanted me in the first place, but the fact that he managed to find me again was enough. I just had this feeling he won't ever let me go. His hands pause for a moment on my arms, before he slides one down my arm and interlaces his fingers with my own.
"Tell me your name, Kitten." He brings our interlocked hands up to his lips, kissing the back of my mine gently. Again with the name bull shit! Ugh! He's a creepy, stalking kidnapper, why the hell is he so bent on learning my damn name! Why do any of this in the first place? Why me? But I won't give him that satisfaction, ever!
"Its Z." I smirk and try to untangle my hand from his but his grip is too strong, it tightens even more and he sighs then shouts over his shoulder.
"Time to go." Samuel jerks his head to the door without breaking eye contact with me.
Yes get the hell out of my house assholes!. I thought he was going to follow his goons out but I spoke too soon, Samuel didn't let me go, but started to drag me towards the door with him. The other guys were already filling out the door and as soon as I realized what he was doing I started to put up a fight.
"No, NO, no!" I tried clawing my hand free but it was no use. I tried to stomp on his foot but that didn't work either. He almost had me through the door. My panic spiked even worse, I wasn't going anywhere with him, at least not without my little brother. I fought even harder, when he got to the door I planted my nails in the door frame and held on tight. He tried pulling me free but I wasn't going anywhere. The feeling of my nails peeling away from their beds made me wince, but I wasn't going to stop fighting. I looked back to Lucas and Angela, they had not moved at all during this whole thing, fear started to rise in my chest. How could I not notice their un-moving forms slumped over weirdly. They looked dead! From my point of view I couldn't see them breath.
"D-Did you kill them?'' I ask, voice thick with horror. Tears trickled down my cheeks. I didn't give up on my fight to get free, to go to my Lucas and my best friend Angela. Samuel stops fighting to pull me free, he lets go of my waist and moves back inside the house to face me, standing just out of the jam and blocking my view from staring at my family inside. I was hugging the open door frame for dear life. Subconsciously leaning around Samuel so I could see my family, presumably lying lifeless on our big comfy living room couch. He seems to search my eyes for something before he shakes his head no.
"Chloroform." A small trickle of relief flows through my body, but is quickly replaced with dread. I swallowed hard, trying to stop my throat from closing in. He then moved behind me and and started trying to pry my fingers and arms away from the door once more and into his car.
Shaking my head frantically with denial, I couldn't leave Lucas again, he needs me. He was all I have left and I couldn't lose him. An idea starts to form in my head. Is it the most stupid, out of the world, completely crazy idea?...yes it is,. Will it work, probably not. Is that going to stop me from trying, hell fucking no!
"You can try and kidnap me again but I'll just find a way to run away again. Nothing you do to me will ever stop me from trying to leave!" He stops fighting with me and moves back into my view. His body was tense and the muscle on the right side of his jaw jumped from clenching his teeth; eyes hard full of annoyance and a little bit of pain.
So I continued my ranting.
"And next time, you won't find me so easily; You wont even know where to start looking." He slowly runs his hand over his eyes; pinches the bridge of his nose then rubs down over the back of his neck. His chocolate brown eyes are almost completely black. Another wave of fear washes through me. A shiver runs down my spin.
This is stupid, don't do it Bella, this is stupid. I chant over and over in my head. Samuel began to shake, and from what I could hear a rumbling growling noise was coming from his chest. What the hell was with the growling thing. He opens his mouth like he is going to respond but before he does I swallow every ounce of courage I had left and interrupt him from saying whatever he was about to say.
"B-But." I stutter out. "I won't, if we bring him," I point over to my baby brothers sleeping form, laying on the couch. "And leave her a note letting her know we are ok and that I'll contact her later once we are settled down." His eyes narrowed to slits as he stares between me and the two unconscious people on the couch.
I couldn't drag Angela into this, it wouldn't be fair. Hell, I didn't even want to be dragged into this; let alone my little baby brother Lucas, but I couldn't leave Luke to be Angela's responsibility, it wasn't her to bare. It was mine. If I go anywhere, so does that little boy. Even if we are stuck in a one room; no windows, and only live off of bread and water. It would be better than him thinking I had abandoned him. I still don't know what Samuel wants or has in store, but I will do anything to keep Lucas safe there.
Samuel's eyes cloud over like he was daydreaming then comes back into focus.
"Fine, put the boy in the car, and bring us a paper and pen." He barks out and with a snap of his fingers one of his goons walks up to us. A small smile of relief flashes through my eyes. I unclasp my hands from the doorway, moving slowly; still suspicious of him. I move around Samuel, giving us a wide berth of space and go to sit across from my family on the other couch-waiting for someone to get me paper and pen
The driver of my first kidnapping walks up to me, winks and hands me a blank piece of paper and a pen, smiling sheepishly he walks back over to stand three steps behind and just off of Samuel's right shoulder, standing in a soldiers resting pose and with his head downcast. I just glared over at them before picking up the pen and scribbling down a note for Angela. I contemplate on how to even fucking word this letter. Where did I even start. How do you tell your best friend that the man who kidnapped you only a handful of weeks ago broke into the house and basically stole Lucas and I once more! I bit my lip, gnawing on it to a chapped raw.
"Hurry up, Z, before I change my mind." He states with utter composure in his voice. Samuel added extra emphasis when he spoke my stage name. For some reason, it sounds like nail's of a chalkboard. I shake my head and focus back on the note.
To my most dearest and beloved best friend,
I'm so sorry for all that has happened, all that I've left you do deal with.
It is entirely my fault and I hope someday I can explain it all to you. I hope you will forgive me.
For now, know that Lucas and I are okay.
I will never be able to thank you enough for everything that you have ever done and for me and Lucas!
That you have sacrificed for us. I will never forget it. You truly are my sister and best friend in this whole world Angie. Some day we will meet again, but I hope not to fare in the future we will talk over the phone. I can't really explain what happened atm but once i figure everything out you will be the first to know. ok.
I love you Angela Weber,
Stay safe and please don't worry about us. we , for the most part, are safe.
Your forever loving and loyal best friend and sister, Love Bella, and LuLu.
Folding the letter in half I bring it up to my raw lips and kiss it, only letting a single tear roll down my cheek. Stilling my emotions, aggressively flicking my wrist to wipe my wet face dry, I turned to look at Samuel; He had his arms crossed over his chest and was walking around the living room, snooping around at all the things my parents accumulated over the years.
His prying eyes dirtying up my family home. I just wanted to punch him in the face for doing all this to me, but I've never been good at fighting. Instead I thrust my hand out palm up in his face and bark out "Money." in a tight clipped tone. He may be kidnapping me and my baby brother but dammit, I earned that money he had taken from me. I was hoping he still had it, it hadn't been that long since the first abduction so I crossed my fingers. I mean, I had to of made at lest 2G's that night combined from the floor and his purchase of me.
"What?" He looked confused by my statement but I just continue to hold out my hand, giving him my best 'fucking livid face' I had. "You took money from me when you kidnapped me the first time, GIVE. IT. BACK. I earned that money and I want to give it to her." I say with rage fueling every word and a jerk of my head towards Angela.
"If you don't have it all on hand right now that's fine, just give me what you do have and then pay me back the rest later, I'll mail it to her." I wiggle my fingers and raise a sculpted eyebrow at him. Fringing inpatients
He sighs and reaches into his back pocket, pulls out a small roll of cash, before slipping it into my waiting palm. His brief touch shoots lingering tingles over the skin of my open palm and I yank my hand away not wanting him to think I liked his touch. Maybe before he had kidnapped me, ya, but not anymore.
I walked back over to the coffee table, ripping the rubber band off the roll and count out the bills, there was a little over a thousand; folding it up and rebinding it I toss the roll of cash on the table right next to the letter for her, I eyed the letter one last time, hoping that what I wrote to her was true. Hopefully Lucas and I would be safe and okay and hopefully could call her again later on in the near future.
I gave one last look at Angela still asleep on the couch, before Samuel placed his hand on my lower back, leading me out of my long time childhood home. I huffed and shoved him away then turned right back around to walk back to the couch. I knelled down, snaking my arms around my baby brother and lifted him into my embrace. Straightening up I turned back to Samuel, glared and then walked right past him. He silently turned around to follow me, catching up way too fast for my liking and far too close to my person, his hand found its way to my back. With Lucas tucked safe in my arms I walked with Sam.
An alarmed thought flashed through my mind, Mr. Rooty Dog! LuLu needed him, and CLOTHES! I wasn't going to leave here without at least my emergency bags for him and I. I was determined to at least make this adjustment for Lucas as easy as possible and having some of our most precious belongings with us would help with that. I had to tread carefully though, Sam looked like he was losing his patience and me demanding more things would only make my situation that much worse. I needed to treat him with undeserved respect.