As Strange as Fiction: The Rescuer

There are a lot of ways to look at different situations. You could look at things in a negative perspective and think of how incredibly unlucky you are for being in another threatening situation. Or you could also think of the positive perspective and realize that this is your chance to have a different life.

So when my black-haired/ gossip columnist/ kidnapper/ rescuer, Gen told me, "I think I need to get you home before the others find you here…" "No!" I immediately said. There was a startled expression on her face that made her doll-like features a little corky. Then her brows rose up in unison as she asked me, "Why?" Right then, I knew the real answer to her question.

I was 20 years old, practically a loner, seldom experienced anything remotely exciting and interesting, and I was trapped in my own money. So yes, I did not want to go back home where my parents would later pretend that the kidnapping incident did not happen, to prevent its leakage to the media. I did not want to go back home where they would later lock me up in my room so I wouldn’t ever be trusted to go out with my friends again. And yes, I did not want to go back home, where it would be more of a prison cell than this room where my so-called kidnapper has placed me in.

So I offered this explanation, "The people who are really after me, they might know what you did by now. They’ll know that you would find a way to get me back home. If we’d just wait a few days before going back, then they probably wouldn’t expect it." She seemed to think about my logic for a period of time before her face went back to that funny half-frown of hers. "Well, the problem is, we can’t really stay here. My brother’s wife is coming home tomorrow and I wouldn’t know how to explain why a stranger is in her house." She slowly said.

"Oh, so that was your brother out there?" I asked, interested in the man who she was talking to outside the room. "Oh, yeah. Sorry I couldn’t introduce you. He didn’t want to get involved in company-related matters. He’s retired, you see…" gen said with a smile. "You mean… he used to be… like you?" I asked, having difficulty with using the term "Kidnapper" right now. "Yeah…" she giggled. "Well, since he got married, his wife wouldn’t allow him to do all these dangerous things so he’s stopped…" she told me enthusiastically.

How could a girl with this type of giggly personality be a professional kidnapper? I couldn’t really see it in her. "I know what you’re thinking." She said with a frown. "Uh, what do you mean?" I asked. Was she a mind-reader too? "You have that look on your face. People from the company always gave me that look. That look that says, you’re not cut out to do the job." She said, angry now. "No, don’t get me wrong! It’s just that… you’re much too young to be a professional kidnapper, if that’s what you are…" I explained. "Oh, yeah. We get recruited at 18 years old, legal age. You’re actually my first case…" she said. "And I can’t believe I blew it…" she added. Silence followed.

"Anyway, that’s over now." She finally recovered from her depression just a few minutes ago. "I think that we should get some breakfast first. Then, we’ll think of something to do after. "She said enthusiastically. "That’s a great idea." I said, a smile forming on my lips.

In a few minutes, I could smell the aroma of some type of noodles boiling and the coffee. Gen left me inside the room to prepare our breakfast in the kitchen. About 10 minutes later, she came back carrying a tray with two bowls of soup (Chicken, I think), two boiled eggs, a few pieces of bread and 2 cups of coffee. I haven’t enjoyed breakfast for such a long time, eating alone in the huge oak table at our dining room at home.

So when Gen cheerfully set my meal down on the bed, I gladly sipped the soup she offered me. "This is really good." I said. "Thanks!" She said with a smile. So I ate my meal while Gen told me funny stories about school and those involved in her gossip column. If all kidnapping experiences could be like this, I could definitely get used to it.

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