Chapter 13

I stomped my foot as I went out. Seriously what the hell was that?! Why do we need to go to America?!

I was going up the stairs. I took left to go to my room. I stopped mid-track, and half-turned. I saw the room that was locked with chains. I'm going to take a look. First, I went to the room. I searched for anything sharp. I found a clip, so I took it and went out the room. I got to the room and took the clip, I got it inside the lock, and tried turning it left and right. With no use of it opening. I got back to my room, defeated. I started packing. It's no use going without clothes. I'm being forced anyways.
I finished packing. I lied on the bed. And went into a blissful sleep. 


...: .. fa!! tifa!! LATIFA!!!
Me: Huh?! What?! Who died?! 

I got up from my bed, terrified. 

Adam: About time you woke up!

My hair was in a mess. My shirt was a mess. My face was a mess. I was in a mess. Adam gave me his back. 

Adam: Get ready we will be going in 3 hours.
 Me: Go where?

I fogot.

Adam: To America.
Me: Oh! Ok .. 

I got up, took a shower, prayed and wore my clothes. I dried my hair and wore a leggings and a pullover. 2 hours later I was ready. So I went downstairs started looking for anyone. Joe came out of the kitchen with french fries in his hand. He looked funny. I called for him.

Me: Joe  

Joe turned around and looked at me. 

Me: Where's Adam?

Joe just raised his shoulder in a "I don't know" matter. 

Me: Oh ok, thanks. 

Joe just nodded and continued his way. I started wondering where Adam went. I walked up the stairs and went to my room. I found Adam sitting on the sofa. Dozing off. I sat on the chair in front of him. I looked at his face, starting with his eyes. Even though they're closed I could still remember them when they were open. His eyes really are beautiful. My eyes went down to his nose. His nose was slender and long. Next, was his lips. He had a between small and middle sized pink lips. He was a little tanned colour. His hair was black, with really dark grey highlights. He really is beautiful, no matter what he's doing. 

Adam slowly opened his eyes. He looked at me, his eyes were blank. My mind was somewhere else. It was as if I was on a plane going with the wind. We were staring at each other with eyes that had secrets. He then got up and passed through me to the door. Not a word was said. I felt hurt. I wonder why though. 

A knock on the door was heard. 

Me: Who is it?

Joe: Joe

Me: Come in

Joe: Is your bag ready?

Me: Yes

Joe took my bag and turned to me. 

Joe: It's time to go

Me: Ok

I wore my 3abaya and went downstairs. The entrance door was open and Joe was outside putting the bags in the car. Adam was standing next to the car fiddling with his phone. I walked up to him and greeted him. He nodded and continued fiddling with his phone. Joe opened the door and gestured me to go in. I did and Adam came beside me. Joe sat in the front next to the driver. We didn't get out of the palace. We just went to the garden in the back. The car stopped and I looked at Adam questionably. 

Adam: My back garden is my airport 

He said with a smirk. I just looked at him seriously. A little not believing what he said. 

Joe opened the door. And I got out. I saw the plane come out of the garage. When it stopped Adam carried a bag and Joe carried two bags. They put then in the trunk of the plane(that if it a plane had a trunk). After that we boarded the plane and sat on our seats. It was a really small plane with only 12 seats. Me and Adam sat beside each other. Joe went into the front.

Me: Why is Joe sitting in the front? isn't it only for the pilots?

Adam: Joe studied piloting. And he's the pilot assistant. 

Me: Oh ok. 

This Joe was full of wonders. He was like WonderMan.          

After a few hours. We arrived at Chicago. We arrived at the normal airport for private planes. We got in the car that was waiting for us and Joe drove us to his flat. (By the way a flat is like an apartment but has 2 stores I think) When we got there Adam showed me to my room and told me to rest up and feel like home. Is it normal for kidnapped people to feel at home with their kidnappers? Of course not. Anyway I nodded and wished him a goodnight. I took off my pullover and leggings, and just slept shirt. Before I slept I wondered. Why does it feel safe and dangerous at the same time when I'm with Adam? I slept with that thought in my mind. 





















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