The room was small --practically a box with an AC unit. It was lit dimly, as if they lights had been in use since the 1800's. There was a single bed in the room, with a dingy white sheet spread surprisingly neatly on it, and two pillows of the same dingy white color. Against the wall was an out dated television turned off, then close to that was a single chair. The dirty green curtains which hung in front of the windows creeped me out, and suddenly I felt like I actually could continue the rest of this night driving.

Wow, Motel Cozy definitely lives up to the name...

I awkwardly blinked across at Jaxon as he took the gun from his waist and rest it on the table which the television sat. He got out another cigarette and lit it up. I stared for a moment, wondering if this is how he's going to kill me --with his cigarette smoke. I began to inhale and exhale, trying to contain my breathing, which didn't work at all. I turned away from him and I tried to get ride of the tight feeling in my chest, but it all felt useless. But then I just couldn't take it and I had to step out side. However, as I reached for the door, I heard the clicking of the gun.

When I turned, just as I expected, the gun was pointed at me. "You're not that fucking stupid, are you?"

"Please... I can't... the smoke.." I managed, pressing my palm against the wall and leaning my head downward. I clutched my chest and squeezed my eyes shut. Jaxon cursed and dropped the cigarette to the floor before stomping on it. He didn't say anything on the topic. I turned around so that I was leaning against the wall and I slid down, still clutching my chest.

"Go to sleep," he commanded after a few minutes of me struggling to survive, and him not caring passed.

"I can't sleep in that bed."

"Why not?" he turned to me angrily.

"It's dirty," I replied. He groaned, "Get your ass in that fucking bed, now!"

I stared up at him for a moment, collecting my courage ounce by ounce. I said, "You can't boss me around."

"I can do what the fuck I want," he got the gun again, "Now sleep, or we could just go back on the road."

"Fine. I'll take the ground." I stood up and walked to the bed. I grabbed the both pillows while glaring at him, although he wasn't even looking in my direction. I inverted the pillow cases on both then got comfortable on the hard, cold ground. I had one pillow beneath my head and I hugged the other. I must always have something to hug when I'm sleeping, or I'll never sleep. The pillow works fine.

I turned around and stared at him as he stared out the window. I could easily grab the keys and make a run for it. I could ask the staff for a phone and call the cops. Why would he leave me with his back turned? Does he trust that I'll stay, because I won't. I want to run. I can run, and by the time he does realize I'm missing I'll be long gone. So why don't I do that?

I don't know. I have no explanation for my stupidity.

Okay, I guess maybe it's fear. Maybe I just fear that he'll catch me before I could even leave the room, and he'd kill me. I'm afraid of dying this way. I don't want to get shot to death, especially when I know that he would run off and my dads would probably get no justice because the police would eventually give up. I'd hate myself for doing that to them. They would be confused and everyone would be asking them questions that they wouldn't even know how to answer.

Jaxon turned away from the windows and saw me staring at him. "Why aren't you sleeping? I thought you were tired?"

"I was, I'm just not sleepy. I hate driving."

"I don't care. Just shut your eyes and sleep," he rolled his eyes. I sighed softly and fluffed the pillows beneath my head. "I'm not sleepy."

"Do you want me to put you to sleep?" he turned fully, his tone got scary and I winced.

"Sorry, okay, but you can't boss me around. I'm doing you a favor," I boldly replied.

"I'm going to fucking kill you. I can't take all this talking." He ran his fingers through his hair. I just stared at him. I don't think I fear him as much. I do fear him and I pray he doesn't kill me but I know, I can just tell he isn't like this really. I don't know what makes me think that but I just do. His eyes doesn't look like those of a monster. I wanted to know what could possibly make him become like that. I didn't want to die without at least knowing my killer --which doesn't make any sense and doesn't help in anyway, but I want to do it.

"You should talk to me, instead of threatening me," I muttered.

"Fuck you," he spits. I sighed softly and fluffed the pillow again.

"Get up," he says, "we're leaving. You aren't fucking tired."

"If I drive like this the car would crash."

"And if you don't die in the accident, I'll kill you myself. Get up," he commanded. He walked to me and tugged my arm. I sighed softly and allowed myself to get up. He pointed the gun to my head and demanded I walked out. "Please," I begged, "I can't drive."

"What the fuck is your problem?" he shoved me back down. He came over me, holding the gun with his both hands and pointing straight to me. "You can't smell smoke, you can't drive, what the fuck else can't you do?" I pushed myself backwards as he spoke. I think at that moment the fear re-entered my body and I no longer wanted to know this person. I wanted to flee. I don't know if he saw the fear in my eyes, or he just changed his mind, but after some seconds, he just sighed and dropped the gun. He ran his hands over his face then stared at me.

"Just close your damn eyes and sleep, okay."

"Aren't you?" I asked. He glared at me and I instantly look away from his eyes. He looked so frustrated. I know, I can be annoying, but if he just let me go then he wouldn't have to deal with me. Why does he even want me? Couldn't he have gotten Mrs. Bradley to drive him around? What is so special about me? Why won't he just kill me right now? What's holding him back?

"W-why are you doing this?" I began to stutter again. He looked down at me and shook his head, silently telling me to shut up. I nodded my head obediently and turning to fluff the pillow again. I watched as he went to the bed and took a seat, facing me, but not looking at me. I bit my bottom lip and tried again. "Where are your parents?"

There was silence.

"Who are you running from?" I asked again.

There was silence.

"Why kidnap me?"

"I didn't kidnap you," he finally said.

"Yeah, well you didn't ask me nicely either," I shrugged.

"Would you have come if I came to you and fucking asked you nicely? This is the real world," he says icily.

"Well you obviously never got any love as a child," I scoffed and rolled my eyes. He seemed so annoyed by it all. I wondered why he just didn't kill me.

"Shut the fuck up and go to sleep. I can't stand any more of your talking."

I stared at him, but obviously those olive green eyes were somewhere else. I know it's not usual to talk to the people you kidnap, but he really looks like he could use a talk. He seems so conflicted and there's something about those eyes when he stared at me that makes my heart pound. He lay down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.

"You can talk to me if-"

"Do you ever shut up?" he asked. I pouted and stared at him. He said, "I'm not one of your little friends, okay. You don't talk to me --you get me where I want to go without any trouble, and that's it."

I nodded my head. I stared straight ahead, beneath the bed. It was dark, but I could still see the wall on the other side. I stared at that beige wall for a while, willing myself to fall asleep. I just want to sleep so I could have some type of alternate escape from the terrifying reality I'm currently in.

If I was at home, I'd probably be talking to Ely, trying to convince him that he doesn't really need the money. That he should leave work and come to me. He only did that about two times and I supposed those times were pretty serious --well I don't 'suppose', I know those times were really serious. The first was when I was dying from loneliness, which is serious, and the second time is related to the 'unmentionables'. Ely and I had been through some shit, which is mostly because of me, but I've been trying to improve myself and frankly I think I'm doing pretty well.

I hadn't even realized I had drifted off to sleep, until I was being shook vigorously. It felt as if my bones were going to shake out of my body at any moment. I had to wake up, or I would have died. I stared up at Jaxon with fear in my eyes. "Get up!"

"What? What happened? Why can't I sleep."

"Because something happened," he whispered.

"What happened?"

"Get you're god damn ass up right now!" he said in a whisper-shout voice. I nodded obediently and slowly sat up. But he obviously thought I was moving too slow and so he tugged me up by my arm. He grabbed the gun from it's place by the television and stuffed it in his waistband and continued to pull me towards the door. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as he began to rush down the halls with me. "What's going on?"

"Shut the fuck up, and walk faster," he said, again, tugging me along as if I was nothing. I struggled to keep up with his pace and almost felt to my face, but his grip on my arm was also sort of lifting me off the ground, so I just faltered in the hair for a bit, before I regained my balance. We rushed down the staircase towards the parking lot, where the car was.

He dropped me and cursed loudly as he rushed to the car. Jaxon easily opened the car and immediately shut it closed again and cussed. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He slammed his fist in the car. I stared on from a distance, wondering if I should near him. Even in the darkness of the night and the useless dim street light, I could still see his entire face turning red in anger. His chest rose and fell as he huffed while staring down at his bleeding knuckles. He turned around and punched the car again and I thought it necessary to intervene. He'll probably hate it, but at least it'll distract him from his self harm.

"What is going on?" I demanded. I'll admit, a shot of fear passed through me as I saw him this way --this angry --but I still inched further. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" he cackled, "I just lost twelve hundred thousand dollars in diamonds is what's wrong!" he shouted at me. My eyes widened in shock. What is he even doing with that? How did he get twelve hundred thousand dollars in diamonds? What does he need with all that money anyway?

"The car was broken into and we were fucking robbed. God, why did I leave it in here," he rubbed his temples and sighed. "What the fuck am I going to do now?"

"What did you need them for?" I asked. He looked up at me with an annoyed expression. He looked like I was too frustrating to even reply to me. I didn't agree. I wanted to know. I was now involved with this --I deserve to know what was going on. Where did he get the diamonds? What did he plan to with them?

"Get in the car," he commanded.

I took in a courageous breath before replying, "You have to tell me what's going on." He laughed icily, "I'm not asking you. Get in the motherfucking car." I fearfully shook my head, making him pull the gun on me. He was right in front of me with the gun between my eyes, and I waited for him to just pull the trigger and end my misery. I stared into his green eyes and I pleaded. I don't know if I was pleading for him to lower the gun or to just shoot me, but he didn't care for any. His eyes were expressionless as he stared to me.

A piercing scream came from the left of us, in front of the motel. The both of us looked across and found a blonde woman with messy hair and only a robe on, but there was the most scared look printed on her face. Her hands went up to her opened mouth as she took in the sight. Jaxon dropped his hand to his side and turned away from me. He took a slow step towards the woman and rose his hand in surrender. He chuckled. "There's no need to worry, love."

"Excuse me? I just saw you pointing a gun at that boy."

"It's fake," he said to her, "We're practicing for our high school play. We were doing a really modern version of Julius Caesar. The scene is something like this." He lied effortlessly, and even though this motel was close to a highway and there was no sign of a high school near by, the woman still seemed to believe him. She nodded slowly and flashed a small smile. "Gosh, I'm sorry. I interrupted your scene... You shouldn't do those things in public-"

She was interrupted by a man stepping out of a motel room, right above the scene, with only a towel wrapped around him. "What's going on down here?" he asked.

Jaxon stepped closer to begin to explain his lie. I stared at him as he put the gun away while putting on a very believable act. As he spoke, I realized his back was completely to me and so I began to step back. The woman had also turned around to look at her obvious lover while Jaxon was speaking. His eyes were trained on Jaxon. I took another step backward, keeping my eyes on Jaxon so I'll know if he decides to turn around. No one payed attention to me and so I found it the perfect time to turn around and begin my run.

I started off with a speed and continued without even looking back. I trusted my legs to get me far away from the scene. One went in front of the other in the fastest pace I've ever run. The cars drove really close beside me as I was already on the highway, running for my life. The headlights of the cars almost blinded me as they passed, but never once did I stop running. I could hear his voice calling out my name and that pushed me to run even faster. He called again and it sounded louder than the last, which indicated he was closer. I could feel myself wanting to cry because I was so afraid. I was afraid of what happened if I got caught. He'll definitely kill me. I ran away from him -I wasn't supposed to do that.

A car suddenly slowed down right in front of me and I could see the guy behind the wheel leaning over to open the door for me to get in. I ran faster as I heard Jaxon calling behind me. I ran until my feet felt as though they were bleeding off and I quickly entered the car and closed the door. "Drive! Drive, please drive!" I commanded. I looked ahead and I could see Jaxon running towards the car. Just as he was about to reach the passenger's door, the car started and sped off. I immediately looked back to find him staring at the car with a scowl.

My chest rose and fell quickly and I clutched it. "Seatbelt."

I nodded my head quickly and pulled the seat belt across my chest. I ran my fingers through my damp hair and let out a sigh. I stared as we passed the motel and I could still see my car parked there. After that was out of sight and my breathing was back to normal, somewhat, I looked across to my rescuer.

"Thank you," I breathed. He glanced at me and nodded his head, "Seemed like you needed a lift." I stared at his pink lips as they moved slowly, allowing that deep, accented voice to come out. His long, dirty blonde hair was pulled back in a low pony tail, which seemed to bring out his face more. Little stubble was present on his sharp jawline and he had an earring in the ear that I could see. He wore a baggy T-shirt, with a couple tiny holes at the neck, paired with black, ripped jeans. I stared at his hand as it hung lazily on the steering wheel and my eyes traveled back up the sleeve of colorful tattoos, to his pink lips then finally to his eyes which, when illuminated by the other headlights of cars looked blue. He looked young though --young and careless. Probably older than me.

"Do you have a phone?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he dug into his pocket and passed his phone to me. It was easy to unlock, so I simply did that and dialled my dad's number. It rung for a while and every time it rung my heart beat got ten times faster. Until finally, I heard his voice on the other end and tears came to my eyes. I was too happy to hear his voice. "Dad, oh my god!" I breathed, relieved.

"Sebastian?"

"Yeah, dad, it's me."

"God," he breathed, "Thank god! Babe, it's him! Where are you? What happened?"

"I-I'm safe now... but I'll tell you guys everything at home. I'm coming home." I nodded, and sniffled. I couldn't hold back the tears. My heart swelled. I heard Bear in the background speaking happily and I grinned while sniffling. "I love you guys so much."

"Sebastian, tell us where you are, we'll come get you."

"No, I'm coming home. Don't do anything. I'll be back tonight, okay."

"Sebastian, I love you, okay. Please, get home safely," Dad said. I nodded my head, "I love you too, dad." I sniffled again and smiled. I hung up the phone and gave it back to him. He smiled across at me, "Everything's alright, yeah?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "Thank you so much."

"No problem. Where are you going?" he asked kindly. I smiled. I didn't think it still had kind people in this world, but I guess I was wrong. After telling him where I lived, I asked his name. He glanced at me, "I'm CJ."

"Sebastian," I smiled.

"Pleasure to meet you, Sebastian," he said.

"Same here." He continued to drive back to Colorado, to get me back home. I actually felt safe with him. I know I shouldn't trust him at all --I shouldn't trust anyone actually --but I feel like he won't harm me. He seems so kind and polite. I'm glad I met him.

A/N: Okay guys so my laptop is being repaired right now because it has some type of technical issue that I don't even understand, and so I couldn't really update. But i got a new phone today and I'll be updating again, so yay!

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