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.