Kidnapped a Don for Christmas

What Now?

Elejandre's POV

"What the hell happened now? It is dark outside because of the storm. I don't even know if all the clocks in the house are correct because I don't even know what the time is. Nobody came to this cabin for a while. Why didn't I just go to Paris with my parents like they wanted me to? You know what? I did not kidnap you. I helped you, and I'm sticking with my story. Now we are stuck in the dark in the middle of a snowstorm. We don't even know what the time is, and we don't have any power. Luckily, we have this fire going. I'm going to burn all these clothes now." I say.

I also burned everything else that may even look like there is a drop of blood on it. Luckily, there was no blood on the bedding. I did put a towel underneath him before I started working on him. Besides, there was an old blanket on top of the bed, and I burned that as well.

"There, all the evidence is gone. Nobody can tell us that we've done anything wrong. Let's go and make food. I'm hungry. I promise I will not put the salt in the food. You can do that. I think both of us must be very hungry because we haven't really eaten today, and I don't even know how late it is. It is dark outside because of the storm, and I don't know the time because I do not know if any of these clocks are working. Do you have that fancy watch of yours? Is it working?" I ask.

He looks at his arm. Of course, he has that expensive watch on his wrist. I would also not get rid of it if I were him. He puts it up to his ear. What the hell? Isn't it electronic? I think he bumped his head too hard.

"I don't know if it's working because I cannot hear it ticking, and normally it will tick. I inherited this watch from my great-grandfather. I think. I have a feeling that I inherited this watch. I know I am very attached to this watch. I hope it is not broken. Well, when we can figure out who we are, I can always take it in to be fixed. I don't know. I remember somebody called Charlie. I am sure that is my name, but maybe it was also one of my forefather's names. I can't tell you. Every time I try to think, my head hurts," he says.

"Well, I guess you did bump your head too hard. Maybe your memory will come back when your wound on your head is healed. I hope so, and I hope it is before Christmas, because I don't want to be the one who kidnapped you for Christmas. I don't want to be the one who is keeping you away from your family. If only we can find out who the Falco family is, then maybe I can return you to your family and be rid of you. All I wanted was a quiet Christmas by myself, and now I have kidnapped someone and I am stuck with him in a snowstorm without any power or cell phone reception. Let's go and make food. I cannot think on an empty stomach. I hope you can still remember how to make food," I say.

Charlie walks past me as if I am not even talking to him. He walks into the kitchen and grabs onions, tomatoes, and a lot of other ingredients.

"I think it's something that one cannot forget. I know I know how to make Italian food. I don't know why I know how to make Italian food, but Falco does sound Italian and maybe that is my surname. However, I do not believe that my name is Don. I feel more like a Charlie. Maybe my name is very close to Charlie," he says as he starts chopping up onions like a professional cook.

"You just chopped an onion up in one second. I will take all day while I'm crying. Onions always make me cry," I say.

He starts on the tomato, basil, and all the other things that he needs for the dish. He looks in the fridge for whatever meat I have. Well, I think he is looking for meat or something. He takes a few other ingredients from the fridge.

Luckily, I do have a lot of cheese because I love cheeses. I even have Parmesan cheese. I know they use that a lot in Italian cooking. Or at least I think so. I am not a good cook. I have never cooked anything that tastes remotely edible. I normally live off noodles or frozen TV dinners at home.

I also wanted to come here with Mark because I thought that maybe I could learn cooking here with all my grandma's recipes. I'm not going to think about him, and I'm not going to think about my sister. However, the memories of what should have been creep into my mind.

Oh well, I am stuck here with a very handsome man. It is a shame that I don't know if he's married or not. I cannot even think about him without clothes. It feels like I'm cheating on his wife. He's not wearing a wedding ring, so I do not believe that he's married. But what if he has a wife? What if he has children? I have to kick my mind out of the gutters every time I think about him naked.

Well, he is using all kinds of meat and other products in the pasta. I have to admit, it smells much better than the food I was trying to prepare. I must admit it smells delicious, and my stomach starts to rumble. I only realize now how hungry I am. I thought while I was stitching him up that I would never have an appetite again.

It does not take long for the food to be ready, so we can sit at the kitchen table and eat. That is where we always ate when the power went out.

Luckily, we do have lamps and candles. My grandparents always kept them in the house because they knew that the power could go out in a snowstorm. They really enjoyed their lives here the last few years, and I can only imagine how peaceful it must have been. I wish I could stay here forever, but I know that my family will never allow me to stay here forever because they know that they need me. If I am not there, none of them have money.

Charlie is definitely not a man of many words. Or maybe he's just trying to figure out who he is. I don't know, but it looks deep in thought and I don't want to talk to him while he is thinking so hard. However, both of us are hungry and we eat like wolves.