Kidnapped

Kidnapped Chapter Twenty-One

A/N: sorry for the long wait, and probably the short chapter. I think I might be ending the book soon, it's just too much with work now. I won't make the story rushed, but I think I will try to be ending it in the chapters coming up so yea....dont forget to vote and comment! :)

CHAPTER 21

Alex pov

The next morning I awake and roll over to say hi to Jess. I slowly open my sleepy eyes and then yelp and once again jump back so far, I fall off the bed. I completely forgot jess isn't sleeping with me anymore. It's Noah. He was already awake, laying on his back staring at the ceiling.

"I know I'm ugly, but I didn't think I was that ugly," he jokes. He sits up and offers me his hand while I'm getting up. I ignore it and grab on to the bed post, watching him shrug and lay back down. I walk to the dresser and grab my clothes ready to go take a shower and head downstairs to make breakfast. I feel Noah's eyes watching me and its irritating me.

"What?!" I snap.

"Nothing, just admiring your beauty," he replies softly. I roll my eyes and walk out headed towards the bathroom. 

After my shower I enter my room and find it empty. The bed is made and the room looks fairly clean. 'At least Noah cleans up after himself' I think. I head downstairs and am shocked when I walk into the kitchen. Noah is standing there fryng eggs and bacon. He's wearing a black t-shirt, gray sweats and black socks. His hair is messy but in a cute way. Even through his shirt I see his muscles bulging, just like his brother. I shake my head and look around. The table is set with orange juice and empty plates, waiting to be filled with food.

"Noah, you didn't have to do this, its my job, I could get in trouble for this," I say, worried. I don't think Elijah would approve, he seems really into us following his rules, and the rule isn't to let the guest make him breakfast.

"Relax," Noah says, "he won't mind, he knows I like to cook. Take a seat."

I nervously walk to my seat and sit down. I hear someone come down the stairs, and I debate whether I should stand up and at least pretend I was helping. I turn and see Jess headed towards us. Her eyes are red and puffy and her dark under eye circles are getting more noticeable everyday. She takes her seat and looks at me.

"Hey Alex, how was your night?" She asks.

I look back at Noah and I can tell he's listening. "It was fine, I guess," I say, "and....yours?" 

"It sucked, I got raped and I wanted to die but what's new." She looks directly at Noah and he doesn't dare turn around. Jess sighs and stares at the empty plate in front of her.

"Where's Elijah?" Noah asks, still not turning around.

"Upstairs. Showering," jess replies. Noah turns with the pan in his hand and places the eggs on each of our plates. He does the same with Bacon and then takes his seat. We sit in an awkward silence waiting for Elijah. We finally hear him come downstairs and watch him take his seat. 

"Good morning Alex, good morning Noah," he says looking at each of us when he says it. We say good morning back and I look at Jess. Her eyes are slits as she stares at him and rolls her eyes, taking her fork ready to eat. 

"Enjoy, little brother, I made it myself, like the good old days," Noah says with a hint of pride in his voice. Elijah looks up and I look down. He does not look happy. I knew this was a bad idea. Noah clearly doesn't know his brother as much as he thinks he does.

"Oh," he says, "that was nice but that's their job," he looks at me and jess and I look back down at my plate.

"Well, I like to cook so I'll be cooking from now on," Noah says, clearly challenging his brother. 

"That's nice but that's not necessary..Noah, you're in my house remember? My rules." Elijah is getting annoyed, you can tell in his tone of voice. Jess doesn't seem to care.

"For God's sake, the man wants to fucking cook, let him fucking cook!" She says throwing her hands up. 

I knew what was going to happen before it even did. Elijahs hand balled into a fist, as he stood slightly and reached over to jess's side and punched her right in her cheek. The force of the punch forced jess to fall back in her chair. She stumbled on the floor, nearly hitting her head in the wall behind her.

She doesn't make a sound the whole time, all you hear is me gasping and chairs scraping as Noah and I rush out of our chairs to jess's side.

"Dude, what the fuck!?" Noah screams, "what's your problem?!" he tries to help jess up but she swats his hand his away, wiping her teary eyes with the back of her hand. Elijah just sits in his chair and begins to eat his food, unaffected.

"Fucking asswipe," jess mumbles under her breath as she walks by Elijah. He looks up at her walking away and stands from his chair. Noah and I stand by the sink watching this unfold. I want to help jess so bad but I know if I do, I'll get punished. I cant risk anything happening to this baby.

"What did you just say?" Elijah growls. His voice is low and threatening. Jess stops in her tracks and slowly turns around, holding her cheek. It's turning purple already and it looks like it's getting swollen.

"Elijah calm the fuck down," Noah says taking a step forward.

"This doesn't involve you. Mind your own business," Elijah replies while having a stare down with jess.

"You can do whatever the hell you want to me," jess says, "kill me, if you want. You'd be doing me a huge favor. I'd rather be dead than have to look at you for another day. I hate you, I will always hate you! I called you an asswipe because that's what you are. No, no you're worse! You're a monster. A sick monster who needs help," jess takes in a breath, and crosses her arms, not once taking her eyes off of Elijah. 

Elijah says nothing. Instead he nods and turns around, sitting back in his chair. 

"Alright, if that's how you feel, I'd be more than happy to make your wish come true. Consider yourself dead." Elijah picks up his fork and starts eating, leaving jess, Noah, and I completely baffled. 

"Uh Elijah, youre not serious?" Noah asks. Jess stares at the back of elijahs head as she backs up and then turns around and heads upstairs. I stand there for a while, waiting for Elijah's reply before I go check on Jess. 

"I'm dead serious. She'd rather be dead than see me, then so be it." 

I gulp and look at Noah, tears pooling in my eyes. He looks back at me and then Elijah, looking shocked at what his brother is saying. I sniffle and pass them both heading upstairs.

"Have you lost your damn mind?!" I hear Noah whisper. I stand at the top of the stairs where they can't see me but I can hear them clearly.

"When the fuck were you going to tell me these girls are kidnapped?! Are you trying to go to jail?! Since when did you turn like this?!" Noah shouts. I hear footsteps headed to the stairs and I quickly rush to my room where I'm sure jess has gone. 

I open the door, enter and close it silently. Jess is laying on the bed face down, with the covers over her. I walk over to the bed and get in it with her. I cover myself with the blankets and lay on my back staring at the ceiling. 

"Noah didn't know we are kidnapped," I say.

I hear jess sniffle and she slowly lifts her head up. "Well I doubt he'd do anything to put his baby brother in jail so who cares. All I know is I'm going to die soon and I couldnt be more happier."

I glare at her, angry that she has this mentality again. " what the hell jess, have some hope!" I shout.

"Any hope I had is gone Alex! Don't you get it?! I don't want to be here," she says waving her hands around the room, "I don't want to be here in this world. I wanna die. Whether I go to hell, or heaven or who knows, anywhere is better than here."

I sigh and look back at the ceiling.

"That's a horrible way to think," I say, "you're not going to die. I'll make sure of it. We are going to make it out of here and you're going to know what it's like to live a normal life with a family and friends. I'll make sure you get that," I say determined.

Besides the gun, Noah could be the answer to our prayers.