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Chapter 4

Kirsty's POV

I had no idea how else am I gonna get out of here. The windows are all locked and I'm handcuffed to the bed. Maybe this is really the end of my life. I still kept thinking about Jason and how he died in front of me. I heard a knock from the door, interrupting my thoughts. The door swung open and Chelle came in with clothes.

"Hey. Ethan wanted me to let you take a shower and change." She really seemed nice. I wonder if she was also kidnapped.
"Yes, I was once in your shoes so I get all that feeling." Wow she reads minds? I simply smiled at her as she unlocked my handcuffs. I sighed as I saw bruises on my wrists.
"I don't really know what I'm doing here.." I said, letting out a deep sigh.
"I promise you, it gets better. I'm sorry but you just have to accept the way things are." My brows furrowed, does she mean I don't have a chance on escaping? I stood up, thanked her for the clothes and got in the bathroom.

That Ethan guy just locks me up in that room and I haven't eaten for 2 days. And he expects me to love him? What kind of sick fuck is he?

Ethan's POV

"Don't do this her. Buy her some food." Nate chuckled as he sat down next to me. Of course I wanted her to buy food. She just pisses me off every time I go and see her. She spits on my face and tries to kick me like, this girl is feisty as fuck.
"I just asked Kian to buy food. She's probably starving." I said as I push back my hair. I shut my eyes and ran my hands on my face with a deep sigh. What if she hates me forever? What if it all happens again? I bit my lip as I stopped myself from fidgeting. This is insane. I'm insane. The door swung open, revealing a pissed Kian. He dropped the take out food on the counter and flopped himself on the couch.
"Dude, what's up?" Nate asked. Kian just glared at him and rolled his eyes.
"Some motorcycle scratched my jeep. Plus he did it on purpose just because I switched lanes and got in front of him." He explained.
"Did you fucking had your signal light on before switching lanes?" Nate asked, raising his eyebrow. Kian paused and had a sarcastic smile.
"No. No I didn't." He raised his hands both in surrender. "But I shot him, so it's all good." He added.
"Of course you did." I spat, getting the food from the counter and bringing it to Kirsty. Well, here we go again.

Kirsty's POV

He finally brought me food and I hated how he wanted to eat together. I refused to eat in front of him but I really am starving so I had no choice. I hated to admit how handsome he is, how his jaw clenched as he bit into his food. The way his hazel greenish eyes glance at me every once in a while. I hated how I'm just sitting here, admiring him, especially after everything.

"I could hear your stomach growling and you haven't finished that slice yet. You have to fucking eat." He snapped as I swallow my 4th bite into that one pizza I got. I didn't want to show him how blessed I was feeling when he brought me food. I didn't want to seem like I was giving in. He moved closer to me that caused my heart to beat faster. How can this criminal be so good looking? I shrugged off my thoughts as he placed his hands on my arms and started brushing it.
"Get used to it. I'm that clingy type of boyfriend, even when I'm sober." He winked. Is he referring to Jason as not clingy? Well yes, he is only clingy when he's drunk. How the fuck did he know that?

Boyfriend.

"You are really out of your fucking mind." I spat. "Do you really think I'd love you? I will never, ever love you. I will never love the person who ruined my life. I will never love the person who took everything away from me and I will never ever love a heartless criminal!" I knew I would regret what I just said but he had to know that I stand up for myself.

His breathing now became heavy, I knew I'd make him mad. And he could possibly kill me at this time. He is now standing up, looking down at me with furious eyes.
"Tell me, why the fuck am I here? What do you want?!" I stood up, facing him.
"I already said why. I said that I. Want. You." There was a hard tone on every word that he said. It seemed like he was going to strangle me any minute now. I had a life. I had my friends, my mother, my brother and my dad. He couldn't possibly take all of that away from me because he likes me?
"Well I don't want you." I spat. He sarcastically smiled at me, pulling out his gun from his pocket and touching my face gently with his other hand. I moved my head away, stopping him from touching me.
"I love you and one day you'll love me back." Maybe he won't kill me but I couldn't possibly love him. Not ever.
"You really think that will happen? I'd rather die." I could sense that he had enough when his brows furrowed and went closer to me, immediately punching the wall behind me. I flinched and bit my lip. I could see the anger in his eyes. He's insane! He had to be insane!

"You can never leave me!!" He yelled. I stared down at the silver pistol that was in his hand. At this very moment, I am scared for my life.
"I don't love you and I never will. Stick that to your brain! I screamed at the top of my lungs.

As soon as those words fell out of my mouth, I regretted it. His head snapped up, as he watched me profoundly.

"Take it back." He said, holding the gun up to my head. A tear streamed down his face as he clutches the trigger. I was stunned, he was crying.

"Please...don't." I begged. It's funny how I was such a brave soul a minute ago and now I'm begging for my life.

But was he really gonna do it? He possibly can't. I wish..