Hello everyone! Ok so, i decided to write this chapter because my darling rose is a genius and since so many of you have been wondering who the kidnapper is, i hope this chapter answer some questions. consider this a like...a gift from me to you. it took me a while to write this because i have never written something like this. i hope you like it. also, this is written in first person, meaning that it's the kidnapper speaking to you guys, the readers.

thank you to my lovely beta reesie for being the best - love ya girl :)

Please excuse any mistakes you may find.

ok im done rambling - enjoy chapter 8

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What does it mean to be a mother? Does giving birth make you a mother? Does carrying a child make you a mother? I am going to give you a simple answer. No. It doesn't.

Being a mother takes hard work and dedication. It takes missing days off from work because your child caught bronchitis. It means turning your pockets inside and out just so they could take dancing classes and explore the arts. It's called self-sacrifice. Motherhood involves listening to your child, spending quality time with your child, making sure your child is safe. Making sure they are in good health. I am a mother. I may not have given birth to her but Annabelle is mine.

Some people might say what I've done is wrong but you don't know me or what I've been through. Those two took everything from me! Especially that bitch. Who does Mercedes Jones think she is? Walking around Lima like she owns the place? Why does she get to have everything? Why does she get to live the life that was destined for me? Why does she get to have Sam? What does he see in her fat ass? What, she thinks that because Obama won that give her free reign to act like her shit don't stink? No! The answer is no!

When you hear kidnapper, you think the person might be suffering from some sort of delusional state of mind or something. That the person who did it, couldn't possibly be thinking right when they abduct a child. Well I'm here to put all of that to rest. I am not a kidnapper, Annabelle was taken from ME and all I did was take her back. Mercedes didn't deserve this child, this is my baby and I don't care what anyone else has to say.

They say that, when a person commits a "crime," it's best to look into their background to see if they had any similar instances but my record is squeaky clean. I wasn't abandoned as a child and I wasn't ever beaten or suffered any kind of mistreatment. In fact, I had one of the best childhoods around. Growing up an only child, I had everything I could ever want. I had money and attention and great parents and amazing friends.

It wasn't until my parents moved from Salt Lake City, Utah to Lima, Ohio that my life took a horrible turn for the worst. It was like I was put into a whirlpool of disaster. Popularity didn't matter anymore, being the pretty girl didn't matter anymore. My parents money and no matter how much I flaunted it, didn't matter. I lost the part in the school play; I got kicked out the cheerleading squad when it was discovered I planted laxatives in the opposing team's morning coffee. I thought I was doing the team a disservice but I guess not everyone thinks like me.

But then I met him, and he changed my life forever. His beautiful lips and gorgeous green eyes and his muscular body were a plus but what drew me in was his personality, his caring nature. He wasn't afraid to show off his dork side, he wasn't afraid to look like a complete fool because he was just living life for him. His impressions, his voice works, his drawings and love of comics and sci fi movies. Granted I had never even heard of Avatar or what the hell Na'vi was, but if it meant being closer to him then so be it, I would learn that shit. Sam Evans was it for me.

I remember the first time I had talked to my blond Adonis. I was having a particularly bad day. It was storming outside and my car wouldn't start, meaning I had to catch the public school bus with the peasants at McKinley High School. While I was trying to get off the stupid yellow thing, I lost my footing and fell in the mud, ruining my cheerios uniform. Since I didn't have any clothes in my locker because I took them home to wash; I had to borrow these cheap Costo brand clothes in the lost and found. Till this day, I still cringe just thinking about it. Even Jacob Ben Israel, who was the biggest loser in school made fun of me.

Eventually I found myself, crying alone in the auditorium when I heard a deep voice behind me.

"Hey… are you alright?" I turned around to see this blond… god walking towards me. His strut was slow and delicate, almost as if he was floating. He was built and muscular but not the disgusting Jersey Shore type and he had bright blond hair and the biggest lips this side of the Midwest and those eyes, it was as if he was looking through my soul. I couldn't speak. For the first time in my life, I was absolutely speechless. Realizing I looked a hot, ratched mess, I quickly wiped my face and ran my fingers through my hair.

"Yeah…" I answered. "I'm alright… just having a horrible ass day."

"I know how you feel. I've definitely have had some pretty bad days. " He said as he made his way towards me and sat down in the seat next to me. God he even smelled good! It was the scent of aftershave, sandpaper and something else…must have been his natural scent.

"Yeah… well, today is one for the books because I never thought I would have a day like today. Things like this don't happen to me." I said, bitterly.

"I'm sure they don't but don't think the world is out to get you just because something doesn't go your way. Listen, you're human and humans make mistakes. Sometimes you have really good days and sometimes you have really bad days, it just so happens that today happen to be a bad day. Don't let it get you down puddin'. Look on the bright side, you're alive and healthy and beautiful and a face like this doesn't need to have tears streaming down from it."

I couldn't believe he called me beautiful! He actually said I was beautiful. Sure I had heard it from other guys but when he said, I felt something change in me… I can't explain what it was… but it was something serious. I lowered my head as a deep blush filled my face and he placed his finger under my chin to make me look at him and I swear I got lost in his gorgeous, bright green eyes.

"Keep your chin up ok? I know today hasn't been the best for you but I promise, it'll get better."

I felt myself getting lost in his eyes when someone rudely interrupted us.

"Hey fish face! Come help me with these lights!" a voice rang out from somewhere behind the stage.

"I guess that's my cue. I'm part of the projection crew for the school play A Midsummer night's dream." He got up from his seat and began to walk towards the stage when he turned around and said, "I'm Sam by the way. Sam Evans."

Before I could respond, the voice from behind the stage, yelled again.

"Do I need to get a fish hook or something? Come on Lisa Rinna! I don't have all day!"

After that, I had tried everything in my power to get him to notice me but nothing ever worked. I thought being that with me being a cheerio and him a titan, it would get me in but whenever I would try to talk to him, he would be mobbed with like 1000 people trying to talk to him and congradulate him a good game, but i couldn't be mad at him for that, my baby is so talented. I even tried to join the school play but this girl in an ugly angora sweater and big ass beak nose told me that I couldn't audition because all spots were full; I was almost tempted to tell her that her nose was so big; it could all save us from the incoming rapture but… I felt like being nice, so I let it go. Then I heard he was in something called glee club, and I was tempted to join… but I don't get down with singing show tunes.

It wasn't until a sign from god showed up in the form of a writing assignment in our English class. My ears immediately perked up when I heard partners. This was my chance! This was my opportunity! This is what I needed! All I had to do was make my move but then a major curve ball was thrown in my way. Before I even had the chance to put my pencil down, I saw Sam get up and make his way over to some fat girl in the corner, at first I didn't think anything of it until I saw him reach over and rub her cheek.

What the hell was he doing? Who the hell is she? What hell was going on? I felt my blood start to boil and I am pretty sure there was fire dancing in my eyes. As if it couldn't get any worse, he leaned down and kissed her! And she kissed him back! I felt my world crashing around me. I felt like someone had completely sucker punched me in the face. This couldn't be happening. No. it isn't possibly. He's in a relationship? With HER? My life was never the same after that.

Suddenly, she was everywhere he was. They sat together at lunch, she cheered for him at all his football games, and they held hands in the hallway, kissed at her locker, EVERYWHERE! It was freaking overkill. Then if it didn't shove the knife in deeper, they were always together outside of school. Whenever I heard him talking to one of his friends, it was always, "I'm hanging with Mercy tonight." Or "Mercedes and I got plans at bredstix." Mercedes, Mercedes, Mercedes. That's all I fucking heard!

Some people might say that I'm envious and jealous of Mercedes but I can rest assure you that I am not. What I feel for Mercedes Jones isn't jealousy and envy, oh no; it's pure, unadulterated hate. It's bad to say you hate someone but I do. I hate her. I'm a good person, I deserve to be happy, I deserve someone to love me, some people might not understand my way of thinking but I don't care. Before you think that all I've been doing is stalking them, let me just tell you that I tried to move on. I found an amazing man that loved me and cared for me. He took really good care of me, but he wasn't Sam. No matter how much I tried, I just couldn't let Sam go. I had to do something, I had to let Sam know how I felt, and it was a shot in the dark but hey? Why not? But by the time I had decided to make my move, Sam and Mercedes had gotten married. I knew I had lost him forever. I had lost. Again.

It isn't easy living in a town like Lima where everyone knew everyone and everywhere you go, you see the same people, so I decided to move back to Salt Lake. I was all set to go but for some nagging reason, something told me to stay for a little while longer. I had just left work when I decided to get some gas so I wouldn't have to do it in the morning, when I saw a familiar car pull up a couple of spaces away from me. I didn't pay much mind to it, until I saw that it was Mercedes and her daughter. I felt my blood start to boil as I watched them interact. That should have been me!

I sat in my car, just stewing when I realized I still hadn't pumped any gas. I stepped out of my car when I saw her. The little girl had stepped outside unnoticed. Mercedes was still inside chatting and the little girl just walked out. I mean, she just completely ignored her daughter. I mean…anyone could just…snatch her up… and then… a light bulb went off.

"Hey sweetheart. What you doing out here by yourself?" I asked her as I walked towards her.

"My mama is inside but she won't gimme no ice cuwem." She was so adorable. With her giant green eyes and her big lips that she most certainly got from her daddy, she could charm the pants out off of anyone.

"Oh baby girl… I'm sorry… I can take you to get some ice cream if you want."

Annabelle bit her lip and looked back at the dunkin donuts. She turned back around and whispered, "My mama said I'm not o'pposed to talw to stwangers. She said stwangers is bad people."

"Sweetheart, I'm not a stranger. I'm a friend of your daddy and he has the ice cream for you."

The little girl's eyes light up at the sound of her daddy. "weally? My daddy has ice cuwem?"

"Yes baby, but you have to be really quiet ok? You can't tell mama anything or she'll eat it all. Now come with me, so daddy can give you the ice cream."

The little girl ran to me and jumped in my arms, I carried her to my car and buckled her in and then I was off. I couldn't believe it! it was that simple! I couldn't believe I actually did it! That night when I got home, I turned on the TV and the first thing I saw was Annabelle's picture on the evening news. Friends and Family of the couple spoke to reporters about Annabelle, wishing she would come home. I almost felt bad… almost.

I knew we couldn't live in Lima; it was a really small town and with Annabelle's face all over the news, I knew someone was bound to see us. So I knew I had to get the hell outta dodge. I packed what I could, jumped in my car and spent almost 2 days driving from my apartment in Lima to my grandmother's cabin in Salt Lake City. Once I had finally arrived, I had to think of a plan, and a good one, because I was now responsible for this little girl and she was probably frightened and hungry or something.

Things were rough at first, she cried every day for her mommy and daddy, begging to be taken home and I tried my hardest to not lose my cool but I just couldn't take it anymore. One day, after a long agonizing day at work, I was lying in bed and Annabelle came into my room crying, asking me to take her to her mommy and daddy. I assured her that I was her mommy now and that she was home but all she did was cry harder, I really wasn't in the mood to hear her screaming. I told her to calm down and go have a nap and the little chicken snapped! Have you ever seen a little three year old throw a temper tantrum? It's the worst thing in the world. She wailed her life away. She screamed and kicked and hit me and bit me and I didn't know how to handle it! Before I thought about it, I grabbed her by her arms and I shook her.

At this point I know what you must think of me, but I want you to know that I would NEVER hit a child. Annabelle is my pride and joy and I would never strike her, no matter how frustrated I got with her. I didn't mean to shake her but I had no other choice! I had to get her to stop screaming! She immediately stopped her screaming and started at me with her large green eyes. That look shook me to my core; I still have nightmares about it. After that she stopped fussing and life got a little easier.

It was never my intention to move back, but then one day I get a phone call from my father telling me that my mom has cancer and that she doesn't have much longer to live. So, here I am, back in Lima. Back in the same place I started. I had to be very careful about going outside with Annabelle. Nearly a year later and people were still talking about it; I guess things like this don't die down.

I made sure that if I absolutely had to, I would keep Annabelle as close to me as I could, so I dyed and cut her hair, I know it wouldn't change her appearance much but I didn't have much of a choice. I hate Lima, this isn't a home for me and it isn't a home for my daughter. I knew I ran the risk of possibly running into Sam or Mercedes or any of their friends and one of them possibly recognizing me. I mean, we didn't hang out in the same circles and we didn't have the same friends but that doesn't mean that I won't see them at like the grocery store something. I was actually kind of happy that I hadn't run into them at all but then, of course, the little bubble that is my life burst when I decided to go and visit a friend and I saw them leaving the maternity ward.

They're having another baby? Are they serious? He got her fat ass pregnant again? What the hell does he see in her? What the hell does he want with her? She isn't even that pretty. Annabelle got her looks from her father, not her finger lickin' mama. I felt my blood start to boil as I saw their happy faces. It infuriates me to know that after all this time, they are still together. I was hoping that Sam would have left her when he realized she obviously wasn't that good of a mother if she let her baby get kidnapped. It's alright though. Clearly those two didn't learn the first time, so I guess I'm gonna have to teach them another lesson.

So now you know my side of the story. Honestly, I don't really care what any of you think about me. I did what I had to do. Some of you are parents yourselves; wouldn't you want to protect your own children? I am protecting mine. I have to do what I have to do. Whether you think it's wrong or not, I was left with no choice. They should have listened. She shouldn't have gotten in the way of our love but she didn't care and she took a Sam from me. and now I have Annabelle and pretty soon, I'll have Sam. Don't doubt me, I will have Sam and I will have that new baby. Mark my words.


and there you have it! what did you guys think? did you like it? did you hate it?

i hope that you guys liked this gift from me to you and i hope that this cleared up any questions.

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chapter 9 should be ready soon - i promise it won't be long

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