(Third Person Limited Sierra's POV)

"You won't be going anywhere for awhile with that," The teen said.

Sierra turned her longing gaze away from the door and to her capturer. He nodded at her ankle with a small smirk. Sierra was finding it easier to ignore the permanent scared smile in his face the more she looked at him. Despite getting used to his smile, Sierra was still greatly put off by such a horrific face.

She glared at the mutilated face but said nothing. Just moments ago she had been thinking about how she must be somewhere in the woods, how far from town she was, and if she would be able to make a run for it at some point. As of now though, there wouldn't be a way for her to get up and run out of the shack without being caught instantaneously by the boy.

"What do you want with me," Sierra growled, glaring at him. It wasn't in her nature to be so vicious to people, it made her feel bad. But this was different. The boy in front of her had just murdered her parents, and still had their blood stained on his white hoodie.

"You'll find out soon enough," he replied.

"Are you going to kill me?"

The teen laughed in his place. His laugh was throaty, as if the air was laughing with him. "No," he stated simply once calming down.

"How long was I asleep?" Sierra questioned, trying to get more information on her location.

"Half a day."

'Half a day?! Did he carry me here when he kidnapped me? No. He probably had a car ready. Who knows how many other people are in on this.'

"Where are we?"

"A shack."

'I hadn't realized that. Thank you for pointing it out bastard.'

"How far from town are we," Sierra prodded. Asking a question he obviously wouldn't answer to try and aggravate him from giving such a obvious answer beforehand.

It was Sierra who grew aggravated however as her capturer smirked at her, showing off a nice set of teeth which complimented his cocky grin.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

Sierra slowly brought her knees up to her chest, being careful with her ankle, and held herself.

.o.o.o.

(Third Person Limited Jeff POV)

Jeff leaned against the wooden slab of a wall and stared at the girl. She sat hugging her legs, her head resting on her knees, and looking in a far off location at the door. Her eyes were shiny, as if any moment tears would leak out of those strong, hurt, openings. Jeff cursed himself.

'Well. You killed that annoying pest Jacob. You killed her parents. And you kidnapped her. But you made her fall down the stairs, crack her forehead open, and break her ankle. You're such a charmer.'

Jeff continued to watch the girl with no readable emotions on his face as he thought over all he had done to the girl who he was captivated by. She was beautiful and kind and talented and breathtaking. All he had wanted to do was get to know her and then possibly date her. But now he was in a shitty situation once again. He had a habit of putting himself in these kinds of bad situations. Nothing ever seemed to go according to the way his mind played things out.

'She's so shy, yet trying to be tough. I wonder what she's thinking. No. I know what she's thinking. She's thinking about how awful I am. She called me a monster. I've hurt her so bad. I guess I am a monster… What the fuck is wrong with me?! It's like hurting Liu all over again… except this time the one I've hurt is still alive to hate me for it…'

The two continued to sit in their current positions silently for an extended period of time.

'Maybe I should have just let her bleed to death when she fell down the stairs. Instead I picked her up and carried her all the way out here. A five hour walk in the woods with her in my arms. I bet she would hate me even more if I told her that I used my sock to wrap around her head until we got here. And it wouldn't make one bit of difference if she knew that I ended up walking ten miles to the local town just to steal all that medical supplies. No. I've fucked up bad this time. Damn it. I should have thought this through more. Now she'll never want to be near me.'

.o.o.o.

Jeff stared down at his hands, which were occupied with his knife as he used the tip to clean under his nails. The temperature had dropped at least ten degrees since it had grown dark and he was seriously debating on leaving to get more blankets if Sierra would ever fall asleep. But said girl did not seem as though she was going to be sleeping any time soon.

Jeff didn't have to look up to know that the girl had been staring at him for quite awhile at this point. During the past afternoon, she had only moved a few times to wrap the old blanket around her in an attempt to keep herself warm. Dark had settled almost an hour ago and Jeff wondered if they were going to sit in silence for the rest of their time together. Jeff wanted the girl to talk to him, he wanted to talk to her and explain to her how bad he felt for hurting her, but he didn't want to push her. Anyone who had just seen their parents murdered… okay- violently murdered would be going through a lot of mental hell. Jeff could understand that even though he didn't want to admit it.

"Ssooo…" Jeff's head shot up at the girl's mumble. She wasn't looking at him, but with intention to avoid looking at him. Her face was pulled in a tight scowl.

"Yes," the hopeful murderer said expectantly with a gentle tone.

"Do you have… I mean… what's… name."

Jeff mentally chuckled by her fumbling over the simple question of asking for his name. In a way it was cute. Her annoyed, uncomfortable pout, her avoidance to look at him, yet she was attempting to talk to him.

"Jeff."

Jeff stared at the girl expectantly, hoping for her to continue. When she didn't respond, the teen mocked himself.

'She wasn't trying to talk to you, dumb ass. She simply wanted your name. Probably so that she has something to call you when she tries to escape and find the police.' Jeff frowned, 'That won't work though. She won't be leaving. It's too late for that…'

"My name is Sierra."

Jeff didn't think his eyes could widen anymore, but in that moment he felt the rubbery skin around his eyes pain in order to comply with his instinctive order to widen his eyes.

"That's a pretty name."

Jeff hid a chuckle under a forced cough as the girl's head snapped to him and glared with such ferocity. He hadn't thought it was possible for someone so naturally shy to have such an intimidating stare. It caught fire inside Jeff.

Once again Jeff forced himself to cough to cover up the laughter when a grumbling sound echoed throughout the dark shack.

"Hungry?"

Jeff knew that the girl couldn't see him clearly, likely only making out an outline. But Jeff could see her completely due to his heightened eyesight. The girl's eyes were no longer narrowed, instead they were wide. A light shade of pink covered her cheeks, her mouth slightly agape.

Sierra snapped her mouth shut, "No."

Her stomach betrayed her though as another loud gurgle of protest echoed in the shack.

Jeff placed his knife down on the ground, concluding that under his nails were well sufficiently clean, and reached into his hoodie pocket. He pulled out a cliff bar he had stolen from the store last night. Careful as to not hit her, Jeff tossed the snack bar onto the mattress next to Sierra.

"Eat that."

They sat in silence again as Sierra eyed the bar next to her and Jeff observed. The girl slowly picked up the bar and examined it close to her face, likely in order to check it for any openings.

"I didn't poison it," Jeff stated calmly.

Sierra's eyes narrowed in the darkness as she found the end of the bar and slowly tore it open. Slowly, she took a bite… then another… then another… and almost instantly the bar was gone. Jeff smiled softly.

'She's eating. That means she trusts me. This is good. This is progress.'

"Better?"

Jeff's smile diminished as the girl put her forehead on her knees, only for her to wince in pain and lay the side of her head on her knees.

.o.o.o.

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