Kidnapped

kidnapped chapter thirty-two

**** -simply means a couple hours have passed.

*ONE MONTH LATER*

Alex POV

"Alex can you come down here please?" My mom yells from the living room. I don't move and continue to just bury my face in my pillow.

It's been a month since I was allowed to leave the hospital. Since then, I don't want to do anything but lay in bed and just sleep, I've slept a lot lately. More than in my entire life. If I'm awake, my mind is just consumed with thoughts of elijah and Noah. My dreams aren't as bad as one might think. A couple nightmares here and there. I can manage.

"Alex, please," my mom begs. I sigh and shove the covers to the other side of the bed. I slowly make my way across my room and downstairs. Once down, I'm met with my whole family, Jess and my dad included. They are all sitting on the sofas staring at me.

"What's wrong?" I ask, getting worried.

"Honey, sit down please," my dad says guiding me to a chair.

"It's not...bad news..." My mom says pausing at the two words. She closes her eyes before continuing. "The detective called and updated us on..Noah's case. Out of some miracle, they agreed to let your testimony and Jess' be used in court and so..he's free." She sucks in her breath and I can tell she's holding back tears.

I sit there letting this sink in.

"That's good," I say. "It's right mom, he didn't do anything wrong. The one who did is dead."

"There's something else," Jess speaks up. "He asked if it was okay with you, to see you one last time. As in I guess to say goodbye."

"Sure," I say without hesitating.

"Are you sure honey? You don't want to think about it? What if it triggers something in you? I don't want you to have...you know.." My mom trails off. I had a meltdown a week ago. I don't know what happened. At the mention of Noah and Elijah's name I just kind if lost it. Screaming and throwing things. Maybe I just needed to get it out of my system. I'm fine now.

"I'm fine," I say, "when can this happen? The sooner the better." I want to say my goodbyes and officially put all this behind me. I'm not going to do anything about my feelings towards Noah. I'm going to pretend they were never there.

"We can do it today or tomorrow, whenever is fine with you," my dad says.

"Today," I say, "I'll go get ready." I stand up and head upstairs, trying to ignore the stares I'm getting. Once upstairs and out of view, I linger around to see if they say anything about me.

"I don't think this is a good idea," my mom says, her voice low. "What if this damages her? She likes him for crying out loud!"

"Honey, she's a big girl, she's strong. She can handle it, if she couldn't, she wouldn't have agreed to it," my dad argues. I smile and head off to my room. My dad has always defended my actions. I appreciate it very much this time.

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"Are you ready?" My mom asks nervously.

"Mom, I think I should be asking you that," I laugh, "I'm ready. I'm fine, I promise."

We enter the jail where they are now holding Noah and I'm met with the detective assigned to the case and a couple officers. We meet and greet and head off to Noah.

I lied.

I'm nervous as hell! My hands are sweaty, I think I'm nauseous. I feel a little lightheaded, and my stomach is a mess. I haven't seen him in a long time. I don't know what I'm going to say or what he's going to say.

"Okay, you can't be in the same room as him for safety issues, so he'll be on that side of the room and you on this side," the detective explains. We are in what I assume is a simple visitation room. There's a long glass wall along one side, with phones on each side and chairs in a row, in front of each phone. The walls are dirty and yellowing but the glass is very clean. It smells like disinfectant and I notice a yellow cleaning cart in the corner with a wet mop leaning against it. On the other side of the glass, I see nothing but the top of chairs, phones, and a officer standing by a door.

Other than my mom, myself, the detective and the officers, the room is empty. One of the detectives walkie talkie goes off and I hear that he's on his way.

This is it.

I see the door slowly open and I see him. I see Noah. He's walking in with his head down. His hair is longer than usual and he's wearing an orange jumpsuit. His hands are behind his back handcuffed and being held by an officer. He keeps his head down until he reaches his seat and sits down. We all stare at him in silence.

Once seated, he looks up. His eyes stare directly at me and I can't help but to gasp. I gulp and everything feels so far away. My eyes meet his and I can't help the uneasy feeling that I get. The resemblance to elijah is getting to me. They have absolutely no physical differences. My mom grabs my hands and squeezes it gently.

"Are you sure you want to do this? She asks.

No I'm not sure anymore. "I'm sure" I say. My mom sighs and nods. The detective and the officers escort my mom out leaving no one but Noah and I, and one officer on each side the wall, guarding us.

I'm still standing there and I force myself to move and head towards the chair. It feels like forever but I finally make it. The whole way, Noah and I, never take our eyes off one another. Once seated, I grab the phone and hold it up to my eat and he does the same. I can't speak. I'm so nervous. He opens his mouth and is the first to speak.

"Hello Alex."

A/N: hii guys! Now, I just have something quick to say about the story, more specifically the next chapter. I have no idea where I'm going with it yet. I have 2 big ideas but I can't decide which to use. A lot of you guys have requested a sequel, and I don't know if I have the time anymore. One of my endings would most likely just beg for a sequel and the other not so much. So I don't know yet. If I do write a sequel, my updating wouldn't be so often. Unless I keep them in my drafts and upload once I have a couple chapters ready but again, it wouldn't be so quick. Your opinions would be greatly appreciated!

And thank you guys soooooo much for taking the time to read this. You don't know how much it means to me! All your compliments make my day! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️