Chapter 4

Thomas POV ♤

I snuggled deeper into my pillow.

My alarm clock hadn't gone off which means that I still have time to sleep. So why the fuck was it so bright. It shouldn't be this bright before my alarm. Why can't it just be dark when I'm trying to sleep.

Memories of yesterday started to flood into my mind. The tall muscular guy with pointy ears. That thought keeps me from opening my eyes. It's a bit too early to look at the room your kidnapper took you to.

I curled into a ball and used my blanket as a shield against the shittyness of right now.

A knock at the door made me open my eyes. My dad opens the door. I take a look around and see that I'm in my room. I thought for sure when I woke up it would be in some sort of creepy sex dungeon.

" Hey kiddo." He says in a perky voice.

Morning people. I mentally rolled my eyes.

"I came to get you for breakfast. How'd you sleep? I had the weirdest dream." He started to ramble on about Bambi and the Red Queen going to a fox hunt together.

"Well I didn't have as interesting a night as you d-did apparently, but it was fine." I smiled at him hoping yesterday was just a dream.

"Good let's go eat, Thomas. Your know how papa gets when the food gets cold." I got out of bed and followed my dad downstairs.

After we finished eating ,or rather while we were eating, I noticed that things were a bit off with my parents. They were being awkward to the point they started discussing salt and laughing like hyenas. It was freaking me out.

Right after they took the last bite of food on their plate they tried to run. I wasn't having it not after yesterday. I was still hoping that was all just a bad dream. If not I fear that my parents acting weird because of yesterday. What do they know?

"Where are you two going in such a hurry?" I decided to be a bit bold and ask directly (for once).

"Nowhere!"

"Doing nothing!"

"With nobody!"

They traded off with my dad going first. Their voices wavered and you could tell they were hiding something. They panicked, which is out of the ordinary for dad. He's normally calm, cool, and collected.

I cocked my eyebrow (a skill I'm very proud of) and hummed. Then started walking over to papa, I know if I stare him down he'll crack first.

"We have to go meet someone in the city. We'll be back around dinner." Papa practically forced out after looking like he was in deep thought.

I hummed again and left the dining area. They won't tell me what's going on so I'm just going to have to wait. It's my only option as of this moment.

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It was getting close to 5:30 PM which is when we normally eat dinner. To say I'm not getting at least a little bit worried would be a lie. They should have been back by now. Or at least called.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and confirms my fear.

Pack your bags. From Papa

Why in the world would I need to pack my bags? What would I even need to pack? Food? Clothes? Probably Necessities. Why am I panicking? Why is it getting harder to breath?

Calm down!! I lecture myself.

That's right, calm down, I just need to breath. Focus on the breathing. I should start doing meditation.

Going upstairs I shoved everything I could see clothes wise in two duffel bags, and then toiletries in a small plastic bag. The only thing that I grabbed for memories was an antique pocket watch and an old ring. They were both given to me by my grandfather on dad's side.

All I could do at that point was to sit on the couch and eat my frozen watermelon (don't judge it's delicious).

Bang. Bang. Bang.

The knocking on the door made me jump so bad I fell on the floor after hitting my head on the coffee table. I didn't even realize I spilt all the watermelon on the floor till I felt something really cold underneath me.

Screw you door knocker. You made me spill my food. Putting up the bird in the direction of the door, I stood up to go answer it.

Not even a second after opening the door, I slammed it in the knocker's face. He shouldn't be here. Heck, based off what I remember of yesterday I shouldn't be here either. I should be getting tortured in some cabin in the woods. But no! Now I have to deal with him in my own home.

Some gibberish shouting started on the other side of the door, and from the windows I could see people running to the other side of the house. Whatever language they were speaking sounded kinda like the warbling of birds.

When people started knocking on both sides of the house and on the windows my brain kinda went into a fight or flight mode. Being the rational person I was, I chose flight. I ran upstairs to the guest room (cause if people come to kidnap you, I will bet money they know which room is yours) and hid in the closet snuggling a pillow for maximum comfort.

Downstairs glass was breaking, bricks were crumbling, and plastic was falling. This is becoming an increasingly scary situation. How the hell did they even get in to house? Everything was locked and my parents insisted on getting bulletproof windows when we moved here.

Why are they even here in the first place? I screamed inside my head.

Steps got louder and louder as they came up the stairs. For every step they took my heart skipped a beat. I could hear the bird like language arguing downstairs. None of this stopped till they were right outside the door.

"Come out little kitten" Pointy Ears, from yesterday, called out.

"N..." I slapped my hand over my mouth. He almost got me. I almost told him 'no'. How can anyone be this stupid.

The sound of my door (my room across the hallway) being pulled off its hinges echoed through the house. I started shaking. My eyes are wide with anticipation. Please don't find me.

I should have chosen my parents room, they have a horror movie attic door in their closet. Of course I think of that now when I'm already hidden, and not when I was running for cover. No, God forbid my brain has a decent idea for once.

God, I'm such an idiot. How have I even made it this long?

"Not here, huh love." He paused as if to give his next words the most effect. "Don't think you'll be getting away. I've been waiting years to find you. You won't slip away by simply hiding in the closet." He growled out the majority of those words (making him sound kinda like how I imagine a lion would, if lions could talk). If I was questioning his species before, this definitely confirmed it. He is a Fae.

The fucking knocking sounded on the door. What is wrong with these people and the knocking. Why can't they just shout across the house like everyone else.

"Open the door kitten, and your parents will have less damages to pay for later." He said through the door.

I don't say anything. I refuse to fall for this trick again. He can't make me slip up again I won't allow it. So take that mister. I kept silently celebrating my victory, but it didn't last long.

"I know you're in there I can hear you breathing." He said laughing.

Why is he always laughing at me. I frown.

He punches a hole through the door. Fear hits me again ten fold. Why do we have to own the wimpiest doors? Screw you door factory. I could hear him reach his arm through and open the door from the inside.

He whistled at the damage done to the door. Then continued to walk closer to the closet I was hidden in.

This can't be happening. It just can't. I'll get you back for this life.

The closet door opened and he pulled me out by my foot (quite roughly I might add) and I hit my head on the door corner thing.

"Nice to see your face again, love." He leaned down and whispered in my ear with a grin.  His eyes dark and catlike.

Every time I see him he gets farther away from being human.

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N/A:

I will try and make updates once every week, fingers crossed for Saturday.  It might come on Sunday though since school just started up. Speech and drama is also a thing (starting next month though) so I apologize if they don't come on time.  If I miss a week I will attempt to put up 2 chapters up to make up for the mistake.

I hope your having a fantastical day :)