It's probably been an hour since we've been walking, and me still in his arms.

Honestly, I was actually comfortable in his arms. I hate to admit it but I was happy that he was holding me. Holding me like he use to....

Flashback •••

"Y/n" my mother called me from the kitchen.

I came running down the stairs and into the kitchen. "What up mo-"

"Hey y/n" my father said standing beside my mother.

"Dad" I ran up to him and hugged him. He picked me up and spun me around. Tears were running down my face.

My father had been out on a job for about five mouth and he missed my 8th birthday. But seeing him finally back home made me so happy.

"Look what I got you" he pulled out a breached from his bag and handed it to me. It was made from leather and colourful stones on them.

"I love it" I screamed with excitement. I handed it back to my father and held out my wrist. He put it on and I examined it closer.

End of flashback •••

Tears started forming in my eyes when I remembered this. My father wasn't always crazy. He was sweet and the best father I could ever have. I still wonder to this day what broke him? What made him go nuts. What made him kill my mother and kidnap my friend..

And even kidnap his own daughter.

"You okay?" He asked looking down at me with worry.

I gave him a questioned look but then realized that I had actually been crying. My face was damp and my eyes were sore. "Yeah I'm fine" I grabbed onto my wrist and felt the bracelet. I still had it after all of these years even after he hurt me and mom.

"I can't believe you still have that" he smiled and looked at my wrist.

"Well I do" I said awkwardly. I started feeling weird being in his arms and wanted to get out. "I think I can walk now"

He nodded and let me down. I felt the hard ground under my feet and felt happy.

I didn't have anything to say so the trip to were ever we are going was pretty quiet. I mean I did get kidnapped and I'm surrounded by men who either find me attractive or just some little shit that they want to beat up later. Or feed on, I honestly don't know.

"Ugh" I sighed loudly.

"Hey" I turn to see a boy walking up beside me with a smile on his face.

"And you are?" I questioned. We walked side by side behind my father.

"The names Kou" he held his hand out for me to shake it.

I took his hand hesitatingly "y/n"

He smiled and looked forward "what is a kid like you doing running around with these people?" I asked

"My dad" he nodded towards the man I head budded. Who then glared at me. "He took me in when my mom died and I've been with this group for years now"

"Why?" I practically shouted but regained my whisper and said "why would you want to join people who kidnap others?"

"What makes you think we kidnap people" he laughed but then stopped when he saw my facial expression

"Your kidding me right?" I said pointing at myself. "If I'm not considered 'kidnapped' then what am I considered?"

"A rescue I guess"

What?
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Ains 😊