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I took a deep breath and pressed the palms of my hands onto my eyes until I saw neon lights.
“I don’t even know you.” I felt the car still rolling along what seemed like open road.
“I’ll tell you what you need to know,” he seemed confident.
I removed my palms and looked at the back of his head. He was wearing a baseball cap which hid his straight hair.
“You promise to take me back.”
“Cross my heart.”
“I don’t have to kiss you do I?” I asked confused
“We have to make it convincing.” He smirked, “Wait you’re not under age are you?”
“I’m 23” I answered
“Good enough, I’m 26.” The car stayed on the bumpy road.
“How far are we going?”
“To a private cabin.”
“I don’t even have anything to wear or anything.” I looked down at my clothes. I was being a real push-over, listening to the man that kidnapped me was stupid.
“I have clothes for you.”
“You don’t even know my size!”
“That’s why I brought sweaters, and uh, you’re already wearing jeans.” He looked at my legs.
“Thank you for noticing.” I huffed
“Okay things you need to know, My parents names are Paul and Denise, My oldest brother is Kevin, he’s 28 the one with the sideburns. I have two little brothers. A 23 year old named Nick, Nicholas, curly head. Finally my youngest brother, Frankie is 15. We’re Italian, German and Cherokee Indian.”
I narrowed my eyes at him not believing he wanted me to learn all this at the speed he was telling me it all.
“Tell me about yourself.” He continued
“Megan, hockey freak, going to university.” I simply answered
‘That’s it?” he looked surprised, “Tell me more.”
“You could always make something up.”
I crossed my arms in front of my chest,
“How did we meet?” his eyes were on the road less trail.
“You kidnapped me in front of a music shop.”
I saw him roll his eyes, “I met you at a music shop.”
“Why do you even have to have a fiancé?”
He sighed deeply, “My brother Kevin has a fiancé already and we’re supposed to be even.” His hands wrapped tighter around the wheel.
“Competition?”
“It’s a brother thing.”
“Did he kidnap her too?”
“No! oh I forgot to tell you about her. Her name is Kati, she plays tennis.”
“professionally?”
“She’s getting there, you have to be better than her.”
“What! No way!” I argued, “You should settle with me not running away!”
“Please don’t do that!”
