Don't Let Me Go

Fear. That is all that was traveling through my body. My eyes spilled tears; my whole entire body trembled from the cold wind. Someone was out to get me, and I knew it. Someone out there wants to kill me, and I cannot do anything to stop them, except for to keep running.

What would you do if your whole life was on the move, afraid that someone out there is going to eventually kill you? That your whole life just flipped upside down in the matter of one normal night? What if someone could save you though?

"The gun was fired, and all I could see was the bullet sinking right into my lovers heart"

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3. Chapter 3

 

I sat still on the couch, the entire house completely silent. I looked over at a desk in the corner of the room which had a few picture frames on them. I slowly got up from my seat and went to look at them. The first frame was a picture of a lady, she was very beautiful. Her brown locks flowed past her shoulders and her eyes shined bright with joy. She was wearing a wedding gown, so it must have been taken on her wedding day. I picked up another frame, which had a picture of two kids. The little girl looked about eight years old; he was quite cute, with brown hair like the lady in the other picture. The little boy looked very familiar in the photo. He had curly brown hair and green eyes. Both of the children were smiling, sitting in the sand on a beach. Then I realized, this must be a picture of the guy who has me hostage. They both had the same curly hair, the same eyes. But who's the little girl?

 

"Looking for something?" A raspy voice startled me, making me drop the frame on the floor, glass shattering all over the place.

 

Panic took over me, my eyes going wide.  I dropped to the floor, trying to pick up the little pieces of glass. As I was picking up the glass at a fast pace, each piece kept jabbing into my thumb, causing blood to pour out of it. The boy quickly wrapped his arm around my waist, and lifted me up into the air, carrying me away from the mess. He sat me on the kitchen counter, inspecting my injury. He dug in the cabinets, until he found a first aid kit. I watched him intently, as he wiped his loose curls out of his face. He ripped open a small package with his teeth, gently wiping the wound with the wipe that was inside. A burning sensation caused me to flinch a bit, as he wiped up the excess blood and put a bandage on the wound.

“T-thank you,” I whispered, trying not to look him in the eyes.

“Next time, be more careful.” He replied, extending his hand out to me.

 

I hesitantly grab his hand, as he leads me off of the counter and back to the couch. He gets out a broom and dust pan and quickly cleans up the mess I made. He lifts up the picture I was holding and sighs. You could see a look of sadness in his eyes, as he lays the photograph back on the desk.

 

“W-who was that in the photo?” I ask shyly, my body crunched into a ball.

“Why do you ask so many damn questions?” He snapped back, and expression of aggravation in his face.

“Sorry..” I mutter, trying my best not to make him angry.

 

He sighs, rubbing his face with the palms of his large hands. He takes a seat on the couch across from me, the photo in his hands.

 

“It’s me, and my sister.” He whispers to me, his gaze kept on the photograph.

 

I could tell that at the sight or mention of his sister, he gets uneasy, and sad. Something must have happened with her or between them that is making him very upset. I chose not to ask him though, as he would probably just get angry. I slowly got up from my spot and took a seat next to him. I hesitantly placed my small hand on top of his, in a way of trying to comfort him. I didn’t really know what I was doing, I mean this man was kidnapping me, he might even kill me. I guess I felt empathy for him, as I know what it feels like to be away from family members for a while.

His eyes glanced at my hand on his, but didn’t say anything. He didn’t move it or anything. I think he likes the comfort I am trying to give him. Maybe it is comforting to him. He suddenly looks into my eyes, his emerald green eyes shining in the sunlight.

“Why are you being nice to me?” He asks, still not removing my hand from his.

“I…I don’t know,” I confess, not breaking our eye contact.

 

A small chuckle comes out of his mouth, as he gets up off the couch. I felt a small frown grow on my face when he left my touch. I longed to place my hand back on his, to feel his toned skin. Wait, what am I saying? This man is dangerous, why am I thinking of him this way? A small sigh escapes my lips, as he carefully lays the photo back in its original spot. His feet shuffle on the floor, carrying him further and further away from my sight.

“Wait!” I suddenly shout, my teeth clamping on my bottom lip.

He spins around on the heels of his brown boots, giving me a strange look. His eyebrows are furrowed, creases in his forehead becoming prominent.

“What?”

“What is your name?” I ask with full confidence, hoping he will answer the question.

He looks at me for a few seconds before smirking at me.

“Helen Keller is my name,” He tells me, causing me to giggle.

A genuine smile forms on his face, these adorable dimples forming on the corner of his mouth.

“No seriously!” I laugh, both of our laughs echoing through the room.

He brushes his curls out of his face, a more serious look returning to his face. He contemplates whether he should tell me with his facial expressions. I hope he actually does tell me though. I’d like to know who my kidnappers name is. His eyes lock on mine, a small smile curving on his lips.

 

“Harry,” He says, turning around and walking out of the room.

 

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