The Bad Boy kidn*pped Me

Chapter 7 - Falling

Evangeline

You want to know why pushing Lars for the third time was the biggest mistake of my life? Well, let me elaborate. As soon as I pushed him again, he turned me around swiftly and pinned me against the wall, holding my hands behind my back using only one of his. He then used his free hand to tickle my stomach and my neck. Now to say that I’m ticklish would be the understatement of the century.

"Stop!" I squealed laughing, squirming and wriggling, trying to free my hands so I could push him away, but all in vain. Lars' hold was too strong.

"Nope," he said, a smirk stretched across his lips as amusement danced in his mischievous eyes.

I continued to squirm and laugh, trying to get free, trying to make him stop, but it had absolutely no effect on him. And then he got to my most ticklish spot: my sides. My eyes widened as soon as he brushed his fingers against them, as I involuntarily jumped and screamed - literally screamed. He at once understood he had found my weakest spot and an evil, wicked, glorious smirk spread across his lips. He went all crazy on my sides, poking, brushing and running his fingers against them, while I laughed hysterically, running out of breath with each passing second. He then paused, allowing me to catch my breath, but didn't let go of my hands. I panted heavily.

"So, dare to do that again, Angel?" He asked raising an eyebrow. I couldn't reply to his question, still regaining my breath. Receiving no response, he smirked, winked at me and brought his hand close to my sides again making me squeal and attempt to jump away from him.

"I won't, I won't! I'll never dare to do that again!" I practically yelled before he could start attacking my sides again. Monster.

"Hmm, good," he said grinning. But instead of letting me go, he started tickling me all over again! He brushed his fingers along my sides and tickled my neck. I kept on laughing like a lunatic. After a few, very long, torturous minutes he stopped and let go of my hands, stepping away from me as I breathed heavily.

"Why did you do that again?!" I shouted at him, narrowly escaping the urge to push him again. How dare he tickle me again?

"I was just making sure I made my point," he stated smirking. "See you around, Angel." He said and left the room, leaving me alone.

I stood there alone, still catching my breath as all of the events of the day replayed in my mind, and to my surprise – the memories instead of making me want to cry, brought a smile to my face. My mind also drifted back to the incident that had occurred when he had caught me while trying to escape, goosebumps rising all over my body. Then I reminisced how he had saved me from Caleb and beat him up. For my sake. He had beaten up his own friend for me. No guy had ever done that for me before, and as weird as it was, for some reason it felt good. For some funny reason I no longer felt scared of Lars, rather when I was with him I felt protected and… Important?

The way he had looked into my eyes when he led me back to the room, his gaze filled with concern and worry, made me feel a kind of an ecstasy. Thinking about the way he had taken my hands in his and had apologized to me, made my heart flutter. I felt pure bliss, like I was in the seventh heaven, on top of the world. I fell on the soft bed and looked up at the ceiling. My stomach was filled with butterflies. What I was feeling was something that I had never felt before, yet I didn't need anyone to tell me what exactly it was. I knew immediately that I was starting to fall for Lars. Deep down I wished that it would just be a small crush which would go away with time, but my heart was aware that it was something more. And what scared me was that it was happening too quickly to my liking.

This is wrong, he is my kidnapper. A voice said inside of me, I shouldn't be feeling this way about him. However I couldn't care less about it at that moment, as I took off his jacket that was still around me and brought it to my nose. Almost instantly, I got surrounded by the woody and spicy smell of his strong cologne as I hugged his jacket close to myself, slowly dozing off into peaceful slumber.

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"Hey gorgeous," a soft, smooth voice whispered, and I opened my eyes to see Lars sitting beside me on my bed. He smiled at me, showing off his pearly white teeth, as he brushed away a few strands of my hair from my face.

"Hey," I smiled back at him. "What are you doing here?"

"I just came to see you, Angel," he replied, caressing my cheek. He then leant down and placed a soft kiss on my forehead, making my eyes flutter close, when suddenly there was a loud knock on the door. I sat up and turned my face toward the door to see who it might be, and then looked back at Lars who had suddenly disappeared.

There was a knock on the door again. "Angel? Are you still sleeping?" I heard Lars call out from outside my room.

So it was a dream. I can't believe I'm already starting to have dreams about him! I smacked myself on the head lightly, feeling lame and stupid for dreaming about him.

"Angel?" He called again.

"Yeah, I'm awake!" I called back, sitting up. I noticed I still had his jacket and smiled to myself, putting it back on.

"Can I come in?" Lars asked.

"Sure," I replied.

He entered the room, and he looked fabulous, as usual. He was wearing a light gray colored, full sleeved T-shirt, which hugged his body perfectly, hinting at his toned arms and chest, along with dark blue jeans and white vans. His hair was styled perfectly, and his cologne was so strong I could smell it from this great a distance.

"You're still wearing the same clothes," he stated, carefully studying me. "And my jacket," He added, as his lips tugged up into an amused smirk. Woops.

"I...uh... I was feeling cold," I tried to cover up but he looked less than convinced.

"Oh," he said, dragging it more than it was required. "So, you chose to wear my jacket out of all the jackets hanging in your closet. I must say I'm convinced," he said tapping his chin and my eyes widened.

"I'm... Not used to closets, so I forgot I had one!" I replied quickly, trying my best to keep a straight face, in order to hide my embarrassment. He just let out a small chuckle, and slightly shook his head from right to left. "What?" I asked him.

"I didn't say anything," he shrugged smirking.

"Fine," I sighed in defeat, fully aware that arguing with him would be of no use. "So, what did you want?" I asked him, desperately trying to change the topic.

"When?" He questioned.

"Right now, when you came to my room. Did you need anything?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, I came to tell you something. I'm going to be out the entire day so I'm gonna ask my friends to stay with you." He explained.

"Which friends?" I asked, frightened. I couldn't trust any of his friends. What if they tried to do something to me like Caleb did? Especially when Lars would not be around to save me.

"Relax, Angel. They're not obsessing over you like Caleb. Know that I don't repeat my mistakes. I know who I can and cannot trust. And you're not their type anyway," he stated confidently, trying to make me feel better.

"I'm - I'm scared, Lars." I whispered, looking down at my hands. He came and sat on the bed beside me, but I kept my gaze down, not looking at him. He then used his finger to hold my chin, and gently turned my head to face him, looking into my eyes.

"You'll be safe, Angel. I promise. Just trust me. If they lay one finger at you, I won't hesitate to feed them to the dogs." He said, his eyes shining with sincerity.

"Why can't I go with you?" I asked, not looking away.

"Because the people I'm going to meet are... Well, dangerous. I don't want them knowing about you, it could put your life in danger." He explained.

"Okay," I replied.

"Go get changed babe, your shirt is torn. And I'll be leaving now," he told me. I nodded and he got up and walked towards the door.

"Lars," I called. He stopped and turned around to look at me. "Stay safe," I whispered sheepishly but loud enough for him to hear me. He smiled at me and left, closing the door behind him.

I guess today is gonna be one long day.

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