FF: Kidnap My Heart 3

Sorapong gave her a deadly stare down. Anita knew she can’t win. “Turn your back.” Sorapong turned his back to her and Anita hopped off the bed and started to undress and dress. Anita was finishing as she pulled over her lavender sweater when Sorapong turned around and tossed a pair of boots at her. “You’re shirt is inside out.”

KIDNAP MY HEART  

PART ONE (continues)

Chapter 4: Vivid Dreams

Sorapong gave her a deadly stare down. Anita knew she can’t win. “Turn your back.” Sorapong turned his back to her and Anita hopped off the bed and started to undress and dress.

Anita was finishing as she pulled over her lavender sweater when Sorapong turned around and tossed a pair of boots at her. “You’re shirt is inside out.”

Anita was about to yell at him for being ridiculous but looked at her shirt and it was indeed inside out. Then her eyes widen on the question of how he knew. Sorapong gave her that smirk again, and then raised his left brow. Anita followed his eyes rolling to the left, and she realized that her vanity mirror reflected her in full view. “YOU—.”

“Pervert?”  He supplied.

Anita squealed in anger and ended up putting on the boots and never minding her inside out shirt. She wasn’t going to give him another chance to ogle her again. Sorapong dragged her out and grabbed her purse.

Sorapong drove and drove for hours. Night was coming when they encounter a road block ahead. He looked at Anita. “Don’t even think about it.”

“It’s over! You won’t get away. Give yourself up. I won’t press charges.”

“Think again!” He pulled over to a gas station and parked. He got out and opened the passenger door. “Move!” Sorapong pushed Anita to the driver’s seat, and then he sat in the passenger side. “You drive. And don’t try anything funny, Miss Anita.” He continued. “You do, and I say you are my accomplice and lover.”

“Ridiculous! No one will trust you.”

“After I tell the police that, they’ll check your apartment and find traces of us having made love.”

“What are you saying?” Then she knew. “You—You PERVERT!!! I thought I was dreaming. You…the wetness—EWWW!”

“I haven’t been with a woman for 20 months.” He added. “So now, the police will see how we made mind-blowing make-up sex to celebrate my bust out of prison.”

Anita looked at him in disbelief. “What am I too you? A trivial tool to your escape?”

“You’re my hostage.” Sorapong took out the knife and lifted it to her. Anita searched his eyes for mercy. “Drive!” She started to drive back on the road to the roadblock. Sorapong waved the knife again in front of her, and he leaned over to her. Swiftly, he started to kiss her neck.

Chapter 5: Necking

“What are you doing?”

“Necking you to hide my face. I’m your drunken husband. You just lie like how you’ve been lying to me, and we’ll be on our merry way.”

Anita drove up to the policeman. “Hello.”

“Hi, officer.” Sorapong bit her, and she gave a small scream. “Sorry, my husband—.” She paused as she felt Sorapong on her shoulder line. “He’s drunk.” He moved to nibble her collarbone. “Officer, my husband will get angry if he doesn’t get home soon. He needs to sleep.”

“Okay. You have a good day.”

Anita drove on, and she hit Sorapong to get him off her. “You didn’t have to bite or stick your tongue on my skin.”

“Yeah, that was a bit overboard, but you tasted good.”

“Pervert!”

“If you call me that one more time, I’ll make you pull over to the road and finished what started last night.” Anita shut up and continued driving to his directions. A few hours later driving up the mountains and into the thick forest, night arrived and they finally reached Sorapong’s destination. He climbed out of the car silently and walked toward the large wood house. Anita got out and followed him inside. On the porch center laid an old man with a woman tending him.

“Pong? Pong! It’s really you!” She runs over to hug Sorapong.

He hugged her tightly. “Mom, how’s Grandpa?”

 She slowly shook her head. Sorapong let go of his mother and walked to the side of the ailing old man. His mother then noticed Anita. “Who do we have here?”

Anita was unsure of how to answer that. She saw Sorapong leaning over his Grandpa and sweeping so honestly. “I’m Anita.”

“How are you involved with my son?”

“Sorapong…I meet him on the street, he told me of his situation, so I gave him a ride here.”

His mom grew teary and hugged her. “I thank you very much. My son is not a bad guy. But he shouldn’t have broken out of prison like this.” She shook her head. “But he is strong-willed. He can do anything he puts his mind to it. And that have caused him everything. He is not guilty of the violence. He is only at fault for organizing the demonstration.”

Anita recalled the case. He was found guilty of attacks that happened at an agrarian protest. She looked Sorapong’s mother in confusion. “Then why didn’t he battle his innocence?”

“You see, they were going to knock down our whole village and the surrounding ones to make a luxurious vacationing resort, but Sorapong was the one who united the people to protest. In the process, he angered many people in high places and they all wanted to bring him down. At the trail, he didn’t want to sell out his fellow villagers who resorted to violence. He’s complicated.”

“What type of a lawyer let this innocent client goes to prison?!?”

“Sorapong didn’t tell you. He represented himself.”

“What?”

About godninja

I like being a mystery, but my writing reflects me.
This entry was posted in Fanfiction. Bookmark the permalink.

3 Responses to FF: Kidnap My Heart 3

  1. Angela says:

    Getting more and more interesting…….

  2. asuma says:

    This is great i m waiting for more 🙂

  3. Ruk1 says:

    Dont tell me this the end?!?? This is Sooo good!!!!! More plz :)!!!

Join the Juiciness

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s