Kidnapped by Someone Close

I wake up rubbing my eyes. I feel his hand on my knee. I put my hand on his and feel his tighten almost painfully on my knee as though he expected me to push it off. I wince a little and rub his knuckles. He relaxes and I smile slightly.

“We’re almost there love. We’ll get something to eat for dinner and then we’ll get your hair done.” He said and I nod my head.

I look outside the window and watch as the world passes us by. I was grateful to be outside of the house. “How long was I out?” I ask quietly, hoping he doesn’t slap me for not saying “dear” or “sir.”

“A little over thirty minutes,” he announced. His hand on my knee turned and grabbed my hand. He intertwined our fingers and he sighs when I squeeze his hand. “We should be there about five which gives us around an hour.”

“Yes sir…”

“Baby don’t say sir unless we are at home by ourselves. Right now we are lovers and you will call me dear or something like that. Understood?” He looks at me and I still keep my eyes averted. He pulls his warms hand out of mine and back hands me before I can reply. “Understood?” He screams in my ear.

“Yes dear, yes I understand.” I say and place my hand on my hot cheek. I feel my still sore gums bleeding again.

“Once we get to my friends house you’ll be respectful and you won’t make a sound when we go to bed, you hear me?”

“Yes dear.” I say as soon as I processed what he said.

“Good. You do look delicious today.” He says as he pulls my hand back to his and holds it tightly. I sigh and look at him and smile. I felt like shit and I know if I voiced this that I would receive another slap to the face.

“Thank you dear.” I say simply and go back to enjoying the site of the foreign city around me. It might be a little shabby but I am thankful for being out of a house that was never allowed to have the lights on untilJason, my capturer, got home. I sigh and smile at the city lights. I relax in my chair and feel that same dozing feeling come over me. The time I get to come out of the house is the time that I want to go to sleep.

We arrive as said, at five o’clock. We stop by a Sonic and grab burgers. My hair appointment was in like thirty minutes so he started to drive to the hair salon. I sit and eat my small grilled cheese quietly. I was nervous about what he would get done with my hair. I leaned into my seat.

About ten minutes later he pulled into a parking spot and I gently handed him his burger and fries. He smile and kisses my still sore cheek. I sighed and finished my tator tots. He eats silently and I look at the big salon. It is one of those fancy looking ones. I sighed and he turned and looked at me.

“I’ve decided that I am getting your lip pierced.” I look at him and gasp. “Not like mine but one in your bottom lip.” My jaw drops and I snap it shut, He was not only cutting my hair off but giving me a piercing. I know it’s not permanent and that I’ve always wanted one but I wanted it to be my brother who took me to get it done. “Oh you’ll like it and it will feel a lot better to me when you suck me.”

I look forward and my mouth is slightly a jar. I felt tears filling my eyes. I had to be a big girl and not let him see my displeasure at the topic. “Ok dear, if it pleases you.” I feel a betraying tear slide down my cheek. He throws the rest of his burger and fries into the bag, takes a drink of his Ocean Water and wipes his hands on his blue jeans.

I feel his hands under my chin as he turned my face to his. His kisses my lips softly, the softest that he ever has. “It’s going to be fine baby. It will hurt a little but then it will subside and it will heal.” I nod my head and kiss him harder, something I had never personally done. He chuckled at me roughness.

I feel another tear slide down my face. He pulled back and wiped it away. He told me we needed to go and I checked my reflection in the mirror to make sure my bruises weren’t shown and that mascara had ran. As soon as that was done I walked to the front of the car wheremy brother’s friend, Jason waits for me.

We go inside and instantly I smell the strong smell of hair products and bleach. I haven’t smelled this stuff in forever. I haven’t got my hair done in months and even though I hated the reason behind this little salon visit I was glad that I was here. He placed his hand on my lower back and I jumped a little receiving a dirty look from him.

“I am sorry darling you startled me. I apologize.” I say quietly leaving into where here could hear me. He nods and I thank god that we were in a public place where he wouldn’t slap my in the face of punch me in my sore stomach. He leads us to a counter where a short man, as short as me, stands and his face glows when he sees us.

“Paulo, it’s good to see your face again.”Jason, my capturer says as he holds his hand out to shake Paulo’s hand. So this was the guy who did my brother’s hair. He must be good because the chairs were always full and barely anyone ever got and appointment if they didn’t plan a month ahead of times. My brother said that since they had been coming here for so long that they would have appointments already if they were to call in last minute.

I know that they had never made a habit out of it because they were “model clients” or at least that’s why their pictures were always modeling different hairstyles they had got. I could hear them talking but I look at the pictures of my beautiful brother. He could have been a male model. I mean he was that good looking. But he was one of the scene boys and never wanted anything else done with his hair.

I hear my brother’s friend, Jason, say my name quietly in my ear and I look up at him. His deep green eyes stare at me. “Yes dear?”

He smile and I look deeply in his eyes trying to die in them. “Paulo’s ready for you, why don’t you go ahead and go. I’ll be there in a sec to tell him how I want your hair cut, I am going to go to the back and get the picture.” I nod and follow the little skinny guy back to his station. Paulo was the owner and top hair stylist in all of the state. It was an honor to get my hair done by him. It was the first time I would ever get my hair done by him because he cost too much and my brother couldn’t afford both of us. I guess that’s why Jason was taking me today.

He prattled on while we waited for Jason to get back. I wasn’t really listening to him but nod and shake my head at the right times so he seemed satisfied to keep going on. Soon Jason was back with the picture of some scene bob hairstyle. I gap at the picture and try not to cry. I actually loved the hairstyle but my hair was mine and I wanted to decide how it should be worn.

“She also wants it dyed raven black and make sure you get he eyebrows. I don’t want them to be blonde while her hair is black.” He finished explaining my hair style and Paulo nods and went straight to work.

Soon I am under the heater dryer thing andJason, my capturer sat with me talking. I was crying. He told me not to be a baby that my hair looked great. It didn’t work but it was a horrible attempted to make me feel better. He leaned in to my ear so it looked like he was whispering words of comfort or kissing my cheek, when in reality he was threatening to shave off my hair if I didn’t stop the God damned crying.

After that my tears stop and he whips the mascara smears from under my eyes. He does it roughly and I try not to flinch. Tonight I was going to be in major trouble. I could tell by his face that he was pissed off. I sigh when the little timer goes off and the heater stops. Paulo walks back and smiles when he seesJason, my capturer kiss my cheek and get up.

I follow Paulo who says that all he has to do now is blow dry my hair, straighten it, and show me how to tease it. Well I already knew how to tease it but I wasn’t going to correct him. The longer this took the longer I put off getting my lip pierced.Jason, my capturer had said there was a tattoo place around here that does piercings too.

When I was done and heading back to the counter and he paid we were off to the tattoo parlor. I looked outside the window and tried not to cry again. I had my small little purse in my hands. I took out the foundation, even though I knew the piercing person was going to clean my lip area but I covered my bruised cheeks so that they weren’t too reveled because of the crying earlier. Jason seemed to approve.

We enter the place. I walk over to a tat design that happened to catch my eye. I was a dragon that wrapped around the models arm and over his pecks. Wow it had amazing designing. I heardJason, my capturer, talking with the lady at the counter. I walk over to him and shyly stand behind him. He must know this chick because she said he didn’t need proof or anything from me. He also go a discount. So this had to be the place both he and my brother got their tats and piercings from.

The lady called one of the guys from the back. His arms were covered in colorful designed tattoos and his nose, eyebrow, and lip were pierced. I gulp a little as he lead my into a room andJason, my capturer followed us. Soon everything is ready and all that’s left is the piercing itself.

My stomach had butterflies the size of pigeons fluttering around. Once the clap was on my lip I fight down my flinch. My lips were sore from all the bites they endured. As soon as the needle pierces my loser lip I squeeze my eyes shut. That hurt like a mother fucker. It was ok though. The dude went to cleaning the blood that is dripping down my chin. It’s sad that I easily bleed. He was talking about how I should take care of it, and the maintenance for the piercing.

I wasn’t listening though because Jason was flirting with the girl from the counter. It hurt to see that he would flirt right in front of my face when he says that he loves me and wants me. I hear the piercer dude saying that I need to clean it at least twice a day and to put ice on it if it swells. I nod and get off the bed thingy and walking into the main room. Jason, my capturer was still flirting and I start to walk outside before I burst into tears.

I wait in the cool breeze of the night. He walks out soon enough and glares at me. I shiver as he unlocks the door. Once we are in the and starting to drive off he turned and looked at me then back at the road. He starts to talk. “You stupid bitch why did you leave, huh?”

“Because you were flirting with that girl right in front of my face and I thought you said you loved me.” I say chocked up. He pulls into a parking lot that was empty. He turns to me and slaps me hard, hitting my newly pierced lip and I scream a little in pain.

“I don’t give a shit you little brat. I can flirt with whoever I want, I mean you were flirting with Nick.” I was confused. Oh the piercer.

“No I wasn’t dear. I was watching you the whole time. Then you left me with him and I felt all alone.” He gives me another hard slap to that side of the face and I groan in pain instead of yelling or screaming out.

“When we get to my friends house your ass is all mine. You are going to receive punishment for leaving. I don’t care if you didn’t flirt but you left before I told you. And if you make any sound while I am punishing you, you won’t like what I do to you when we get home tomorrow morning.” He says slapping my face again and turning to head to his friends house.