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Say That Again

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Say That Again

Chapter 1

"Are you insane!!! Why the hell would you do that!!!" I screamed at Jacob, my voice loud but concerned."You could have died. Do you realize that?" He stared at me blankly, his body wrapped in a cast. God dammit. Why would he do that? "I have to go, listen to the doctors if you don't want to listen to me. Call me if you need anything. Bye." I walked out.

The words danced through my head. Drunk driving. Car accident. 2 dead. 2 injured.

I was so tired I didn't see him come up from behind and grab me.

I awoke chained down on a hospital bed."Hello? Is anyone there?" I shouted hoping someone would hear my cry for help. "Please! Someone! I'm chained down in a bed!"

"They won't hear you." A man emerged from the darkness.

"And who the hell would you be." I said, annoyed.

"There's no one else in the building. This is an abandoned facility."

"Answer my question."

"My name is none of your concern."

"Then what do I call you."

"Fine. My first name is Nick. I know your name already. Samantha Jacobson. Age 16. Jacob Jacobson is your brother, age 18, currently hospitalized from a drunk driving incident."

"Please...don't talk about him..."

"Father, Michael Jacobson. Deceased."


"Mother, Anne Jacobson. Deceased."

"STOP!" I screamed.

"You should be in a foster home."

"Shut the f*ck up before I murder you."

"So I can join your parents in hell? Honey, I'm a doctor...I know how to handle patients like you."

"Why am I here. Why did you kidnap me. And what in hell makes you think I can't murder you."

"Why? Because I used to be a psychologist in an asylum. Then I turned crazy myself." He began raising his voice."I KNOW how you think!"


"Your gonna listen to me if you want your brother to stay alive."

"Wha...what? My" I barely managed to get anything out of my mouth. I was so startled.

"I have friends who work in that hospital. They are willing to kill whoever I tell them to kill. I could call them..." His hand slowly reached for his phone.

"NO!" I screamed."No...please...I'll do what ever you want me to do. Just don't hurt Jacob."

"Good girl. You try to kill me...he's dead. You try to foil my plans...he's dead."

I studied Nick. He looked strong, muscles clearly visible through his black t-shirt. He had a tough jaw line. He looked like a model. It was hard to believe that he was a doctor. Much less that he was in an asylum. To sum it up, he was cute. He looked like he was in his twenties. "Fine. How old are you?" I asked.

"Huh? Oh, I'm 23. I don't look like it, huh?" He joked.

I smirked,"No, you look like my boyfriend, Jack Napier."{DC Reference - Skye ;-;}

"Really? I'm the Joker now. Huh, I don't think I have green hair." He teased as he ran a hand through his dark brown hair.

"How'd you figure it out?"

"I'm not stupid. I love comic books. Especially 'Batman' comics."

"So your a comic nerd too...noted."

"Don't you dare use my comic nerd side against me!"

"Don't worry Puddin', I'll get away some other way."

"Wait, what was that? Say that again."

"What! I didn't say anything Puddin'!"

"You said it again!" He walked over to me, and unlocked my chains."Come on, we're leaving." He said sourly.

"Aww, you don't your nickname, Puddin'?" I teased as he grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the room. I reluctantly followed."Where are we going anyway?"

"My apartment."

"Wow, you're really's annoying."

"You aren't calling me it anymore...good."

"Why? You didn't like it?"

"No." He said as he buckled me into the passenger seat of his car. He sat down.

The drive was awkward, we said nothing except for my occasional, "Are we there yet?", he hated it. When we did get to his apartment, it was small. One bed. Great. I have to sleep with my kidnapper.

"There's some clothes for you in the bathroom. Don't worry, it's nothing bad. T-shirts, leggings, shorts, nothing perverted. I'm not a pervert like other kidnappers."

"Thanks. I still need underwear and bras though."

"We're going shopping tomorrow."

"Really! I haven't gone shopping in years!"

"I know."

"Have you been stalking me?"

"Just for the past year."

"You're weird."

"Get changed, you need sleep."

"Fine, dad."



Chapter 2

Of all the details I remembered, it was her scent. She smelled like flowers. Her hair was practically dripping with orchids. I remember wrapping an arm over her just so she wouldn't try to run away. She had no where to go. My younger brother Ethan, was in her class. He has a huge crush on her. I can see why, although she's practically homeless. She will be at least, in a few weeks. She'll need money to pay for Jacob's hospital stay. Dammit. I hope this works. I can live with her like this. I only kidnapped her because Jacob said she didn't seem to be doing well recently. She hadn't. She wasn't sleeping. She was too skinny, she should be dead. She can't find a job willing to hire her. She's failing every class except for Art and ELA/Writing. Ethan was right to be worried. I'm worried. Her older brother isn't even looking out for her. All he's been doing is underage drinking, smoking, doing drugs, and partying. Although he did get a a strip club. I told Ethan that I would have her move in with me until she was doing better, until she was healthy.

I woke up that morning wrapped around her. I must have started cuddling her at one point last night. Why the hell did I say I'd do this?! I can't like her. Ethan likes her. She started waking up. I was practically on top of her, staring at her.

"Were you like this all night? Staring at me?" She asked.

"What!" Crap."No! I just woke up, I didn't know if you were awake yet."

"Okay...well can you move. I have to get changed. Can I shower?"

"Yeah, whatever you need." I moved back to my side of the bed.

"I need, to get away from you." She said as she went to the bathroom.

"You really don't like me, do you?"

"No, not in the slightest." She said sarcastically as she shut the door.

She came out wearing my old sweatshirt from high school, and a pair of jeans. The gray sweatshirt was too big for her, it hung down to her knees. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun. Why does she have to be so god damn cute?!

"Are we going or are you going to stare at me all day?" Sam said, annoyed as she flicked a strand of hair out of her face.

"Yeah...uh, I just need to shower."

"Hurry up then. This apartment is so small, I can't even breathe."

"Just give me 5 or so minutes." I said closing the door.

I turned the shower on."Why does she make me so...flustered?" I muttered.

"Whatcha saying Mr. Loneypants?" She shouted from the bedroom.

"Your spying on me now, huh." I shouted back at her.

"No, your walls are really thin. I could hear every word."

"Fine. I'll talk in my head from now on."

"Real creative creepo."

"Is that my new nickname?"

"Do you want me to call you that?"

"Hell no!"

"Good. I liked Puddin' better."

"Shut up."

"Fiiiiine dad."

"I'm dead?" No response."Hey, I'm sorry...I-I didn't mean it like that. I was joking."

I turned the shower off. I pulled on a black t-shirt and black skinny-jeans. I opened the door. "Shit." She was gone.


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CHAPTER TWO IS DONE BABY!!! I had a good time making this so I hope you guys enjoy...XOXO SkyeTheWriter <3


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