Kidnapped - 9

Part 9

Everyone was just staring at me. Adam seemed to be horrified but tried to contain it, he didn't know if I would snap.
"Adam did you bring my bad with you?" I asked my voice even. He nodded his head and left to go get it a look of confusion sweeping across his face before he left.
"Why do you need it?" Asked Christian.

"I want to go for a run" I said. I started to get off the bed when Adam came back and gently laid my bag down at the end of my bed. 
"Please may I have some privacy?" I asked my voice still even. I didn't have any emotions right now, I just wanted to go for a run to clear my head. I don't know what I felt. I mean, he is my father, but he just tried to kill me, plus he's beaten me for years! This is so complicated. The boys gracefully left but not before they each gave me their own look of concern. I quickly changed into my running outfit and left the room to find all of them just standing and whispering in the hallway.
"I'll be back" I said and started to walk away.
"Wait" Adam said. I think he was trying hard not to touch me, he probably thought I was mad at him for shooting my father. I don't know if I was actually.
"Yes?" I asked.

"We're coming with you" he held up his hand to cut me off before I could protest.
"For one, you don't even know where we are. Second, if you snap someone has to bring you back. And lastly, we still don't want you running off" he explained. I just nodded and continued to walk down the hallway. I finally reached outside and started to stretch before I ran to make sure I didn't do anything stupid after I just fixed myself. When the boys caught up to me I started out at a jog. They all kept their distance which I appreciated. I needed space to clear my mind.

After a little I started to pick up the pace a bit. I looked behind me to make sure all the guys were there, they were no worrying needed. I stared straight ahead and started to run a little faster. I kept it at that pace for who knows how long, but it felt good to stretch my legs. Someone ran a little faster to catch up with me and I ran a little faster unsure of who it was. When I looked back I realized it was just Christian. I could hear his heavy breathing from here.

"A.J, we're dying back there can we please take a break? Or at least slow down" he pleaded breathlessly. I nodded my head and gradually slowed my pace down to a walk and then finally down to a complete stop.

"Well, now at least we know how you keep in such good shape. How are you not tired?" He asked staring at me like I had 4 heads. I just shrugged my shoulders. I honestly didn't know how throughout that whole run I barley even broke into sweat. We still had to run back though too. I looked back to find Adam and Noah with their hands on their knees breathing deeply. Huh, weren't they supposed to be in outstanding shape or something? Well, either way, that felt wonderful. I love running! Granted, I was breathing a little heavy, but whatever. I walked past the guys so we could head home like Christian asked. Christian jogged up to walk next to me.

"Going home?" He asked. I just nodded my head in reply.
"Come on A.J! Talk!" He pleaded. I shook my head. I don't feel like talking right now. I don't know how I'm feeling and when I don't, I usually just keep to myself. Whenever my dad hit me, I would just keep quiet. When my dad used to hit me. Used to. He's gone. He wasn't a very good father. But I'm not the only one who lost my mom. He lost his wife. Then I remembered how I caught my dad trying to sneak in a whore only two days after my mother was proclaimed diseased.

"Who is she baby?" She had asked sneering at me.
"Just a mistake" my dad had answered. He had been cheating on my mother the whole time! What the hell?! He was a horrible person!! He hit his daughter, he was a drunk, he was a cheater, he was just plain horrible and cruel. I guess it's really not that bad that he was now dead. Right now, all I wanted to do was play piano or paint or something! I ran, but I still felt weird. I can't even describe it. I feel sort of relieved, but at the same time, I feel sad. Ugh, this sucks! Wait, how in the hell did my dad find me?

I was so lost in thought that I didn't even see the tree root that i tripped on. Christian quickly grabbed my waist and holding on to me for a moment. I left out a huff of air a little angry with myself. I don't like having to constantly be saved all the time, I'm not some stupid bimbo. I looked at Christian and gave a small smile before returning to my brisk walk back to the, well, where ever it was that we were staying. I started jogging and felt a hand on my shoulder. I cringed away from it quickly and stopped. It was a force of habit given to me by my father. My father. Ugh, this is so obnoxious. I've barley thought of him once since I was captured, or saved depending on how you look at it, but now everything reminds me of him. Unfair much?

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. This is our stop" said Adam. He gestured to a plain white building. I nodded and headed inside. I went into 'my' room and quickly shut the door before anyone could follow me. I went into the bathroom and took a shower. It wasn't super long or anything, maybe 10 or so minutes. But I only realized that I left my bag in the other room after I was out of the shower. Luckily, I remembered a towel. I opened my door only to be given a heart attack by Christian standing in front of my door with his fist in the air. I think he was about to knock on the bathroom door when I opened it because he looked a little shocked. He didn't realize that I was in a towel until the shock quickly wore off. He just stared at me for a moment and then quickly turned his back. 


"I'm so sorry. I was going to knock, but you opened, and. Sorry" he finally managed to say with his back still toward me.
I quickly went past him brushing my fingers along his back so he knew I was trying to get by. he moved out of the way so I could get my bag form my bed. I stole a glance at him and realized that he was facing the wall. I couldn't help but laugh a little, he looked like he was in time out. He turned around and looked at me. I quickly went back into the bathroom and changed.

I heard a knock on my door and opened it slowly to find Christian there again.
"Hi" he said. I smiled a little and went back to brushing my hair.
"Why did you stop talking?" He asked. I shrugged my shoulders in response. I still didn't feel like talking. He sighed and sat on the edge of the bathtub. I went into my room and sat on the bed twiddling with my fingers. Why did Christian care if I talked or not. I just decided to leave and look around a little more.
I found a room with a glossy black piano on the wall. I quietly closed the door and sat down in front of it.

Man did I miss playing every day. Usually, I would just sit down in front of my piano in my room and play for hours on end. My father never really bothered me when I played. But now I didn't have to worry about it. I started to just fool around and then started playing a song that I wrote when I was little. I hummed along and finally started to sing the words softly. I closed my eyes and was lost in the song. I ended the song and just put my head on my arms which were on the piano. I sighed softly and heard the door open quietly. I decided not to look.

"You have a wonderful voice" said Adam. He heard? I lifted my head up to see him staring at me intently. I got up and went back into my room. I sat on the bed when the door opened again. I was getting a little annoyed now. I looked up to find Christian sitting in a chair near the end of my bed.

"Hi" he said. I just rolled my eyes. What is with the sudden liking of me? We never talked before and I really didn't mind keeping it that way. I let out a huff of air.
"What do you want?" I snapped at him.

"Oh so now you talk? Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that we're going to leave in like 20 minutes so get your stuff packed" he replied. He walked over to the door and was just about to leave when he said, "Oh, and by the way, you have a pretty good voice." I threw a pillow at him but he was already out the door by the time it reached him. I was all ready and packed in 10 minutes. I'm fast at getting ready. I walked out into the hallway only to find Adam patiently waiting. He took my bag and then wound his fingers through mine. I sighed and leaned my head on his shoulder as we walked. There was an amazing car waiting for us. I stopped.

"Wait a second" I said staring in disbelief at the car.
"What?" Adam asked.
"This is the Jaguar XJ two door?" I asked astounded.
"Yeah" said Adam chuckling.

"So it has 470 horse power with direction injection? And an AJ-V8 Gen III supercharged engine? Did you get the 20 inch Kasuga alloy wheels? I hear those are the best!" I said quickly. I couldn't believe that I was standing in front of such a beautiful car.
"Yes" he said again still chuckling.
"I thought you'd appreciate it" he said. I looked at him in disbelief.
"It's for me?" I asked.

"Well, sort of. I know you can't drive yet well, here anyway. But I figured you would enjoy the ride just as much." he said smiling. I gaped at him astonished. He opened the door for me and I got in slowly. Holy crap, this car is amazing! I loved every second of being in that car. It was peaceful. Adam walked over to the drivers side and started the car. it purred to life. I still can't believe that i'm in this car!! It's incredible!! All of a sudden i heard a shot and looked out the window to see a couple of guys holding guns pointed at the car. Pointed at me.

I looked over at Adam and he had a sneer on his face. He angrily changed gears and sped off. Noah and Christian were already in the back seat of the car. I looked back to find the guys jumping into a car and speeding after us.
"They're following us" I said.
"Not for long they aren't" said Noah through clenched teeth. I just closed my eyes and started to breathe deeply.
"Does anyone have a piece of paper and a pen?" I asked. 
"What?!" Christian asked.
"Are you stupid or something? I asked for a piece of paper and a pen" I said.
"Uhh, yeah here" said Noah looking at me like I had an extra set of eyes. I started writing on it:

Right now i'm in a car with three guys from a different world. I'm in love with one of them and am currently in the middle of a car chase. This is crazy, I don't know what to do with myself. I hate feeling useless and unable to really do anything productive. I haven't written in a while and it was getting on my nerves. I wish I could talk to my mom right now. I wish that my life was different. I wish that I didn't always have to be the one that everyone depended on.

When I was done writing it I folded it up and put it in my pocket. i gave the pen back to Noah with a thanks. He still gave me an odd look. Was it really that weird to write stuff down? Okay, well maybe in the middle of a car chase where everyone is either trying to kill you, or get you to another world to save them all. Ugh, this is so annoying.
And I thought I was normal!