Chapter Seven

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I wake up, and I realize that I sleeping on Ty's arm and holding his hand... Instantly, my cheeks heat up and I try to remove my hand.
He wakes up when I stir, and I hope he doesn't notice how we were sleeping, but his sudden flush seems to tell otherwise.

"Ty?" I have a sudden realization... A terrifying one.
"Yeah Iz?" He looks down at me.
"What is gonna happen to you after you let me go?" Will he get caught? Will they know it's him?

"Hopefully, if everything goes to plan, nothing... We could even still keep in contact." He answers. And it brings hope, I'd like that.
"Oh... Yeah, ok." I try not to sound too happy, but I don't think I am a very good lair.

"How's your cut?" He asks. And I am relieved to find that it barely hurts. I think it's better.
"Good." I say, as I lift up my shirt and remove the bandages. The cut has stopped bleeding and is just red from irritation. I don't think I need to wrap it anymore.
He looks at it and seems happy with the results. I put my shirt back down and head to the fridge. Let's see, what to eat. What can I cook him... What does he like?

I find eggs, and decided it is a good choice. I turn on the small stove and look for a frying pan. I stumble around a while and I am bending down looking in a low cupboard when Ty puts his hands on my hips to try to slide past me to the other side of the trailer. Realizing I'm in his way, I shoot up and move, blushing the whole time.
"Sorry!" I say quickly.
"It's ok, looking for this?" He asks holding up a small frying pan.

I smile at him and take the pan. I put it on the stove and crack the eggs into it. When they are done, I ask him where the plates are, and he hands them to me. He sits down at the table behind me and while I am putting the eggs on the plates, its then that I realize he is watching me. 

I put the plate in front of him and he has already set the table and made some coffee. I hate coffee, I am about to tell him when I realize mine is full of tea. Oh... How did he know?
I smile at him and thank him for the tea.

We dig in, and finish not to long after.
"That was really good. I haven't had a breakfast like this in a while." Ty says.
"Thank you! I'm not much of a cooker, but I have my dishes." I tell Ty. I'm glad he liked it.
I grab a pair of my clothes and head to the bathroom to take a shower and brush my teeth.
While I let the hot water soak into my skin, I think about Ty. His soft dark eyes, light brown spiked hair...
No! Stop! I can't do this! I can't be infatuated with my kidnapper.
But you can side with him?
My subconscious makes an unexpected appearance.
Yes! I have sided with a man who held me at gunpoint, tied me up, blindfolded me, and took me hours-days away from my home.
But he also made me realize how my family really is. I know we don't always get along, but could they just leave me like that? Without paying a ransom that we can easily afford?

What about my brother? Does he know about the ransom? Would he pay to get me home?
I get out of the shower and put the towel around me. I start to brush my teeth, and feel dizzy all of a sudden. I don't know if it is about my parents, or the overwhelming feeling I have toward Ty, but I need to sit down. I put the toilet seat down and sit for a while. I hear a knock on the door.
"Everything ok in there?" Ty's voice sounds distant.
"Yes." I answer, but I must not have convinced him, because he starts to open the door.
"What's wrong?" He asks, trying to ignore the fact that I'm only wearing a towel.
"I don't know, I just feel light headed right now." I say.

At that, he picks me up, and carries me to the bed, I am thankful that he is careful with the towel wrapped around my body.
"Just relax, and I will get some water." He says. I nod and give a small smile.
I drink the water, and hand him the glass. I put some clothes on and before  I know it, I'm climbing under the sheets. I can't keep my eyes open for another second.
Why am I so tired? I slept well last night, I'm eating and I have had enough water. I don't care anymore, I'm too tired to think. I just lay back and drift off.

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