Carly's POV:

It had been four weeks since my arrival at Erik's home. I missed my home, my parents, my siblings, my boyfriend, and my friends. It was to be expected. Sometimes I still had nightmares. But after each and every one he would come in and rock me, whisper kind words, and sing me to sleep. He never sang unless I was scared. I was beginning to miss singing. The thing was that I couldn't. I couldn't sing when I wasn't happy. But I was beginning to me happy. Life was changing. I was accepting my fate.

It was early in the morning and I was standing at my window. I couldn't help but look out of the beautiful gardens and feel like singing. I took a deep breath and started into a well-loved song.

Somebody's gotta wear a pretty skirt,
Somebody's gotta be the one to flirt,
Somebody's gotta wanna hold his hand so God Made Girls

Somebody's gotta make him get dressed up,
Give him a reason to wash that truck,
Somebody's gotta teach him how to dance,
So God made girls.

He needed something soft and loud and sweet and proud
But tough enough to break a heart
Something beautiful and breakable that lights up in the dark

So God made girls, God made girls
He stood back and told the boys, "I'm 'bout to rock your world."
And God made girls (for singing in your front seat)
God made girls (for dancin' to our own beat)
He stood back and told the boys, "I'm 'bout to rock your world."
And God made girls.

Somebody's gotta be the one to cry
Somebody's gotta let him drive
Give him a reason to hold that door so God made girls

Somebody's gotta put up a fight,
Make him wait on a Saturday night
To walk downstairs and blow his mind,
So God made girls.

Something that can wake him up and call his bluff and drag his butt to church
Something that is hard to handle
Somethin' fragile to hold him when he hurts

So God made girls, God made girls
He stood back and told the boys, "I'm 'bout to rock your world."
And God made girls (for singin' in your front seat)
God made girls (for dancin' to our own beat)
He stood back and told the boys, "I'm 'bout to rock your world."
And God made girls

Somebody's gotta wear a pretty skirt,
Somebody's gotta be the one to flirt,
Somebody's gotta wanna hold his hand

So God made girls, God made girls
He stood back and told the boys, "I'm 'bout to rock your world."
And God made girls (for singin' in your front seat)
God made girls (for dancin' to our own beat)
He stood back and told the boys, "I'm 'bout to rock your world."
And God made girls

Somebody's gotta wear a pretty skirt,
Somebody's gotta be the one to flirt (and God made girls, yeah)
Somebody's gotta wanna hold his hand

So God made girls

I took a breath and heard a gasp from behind me. I turned and saw Erik was standing in my doorway. He was shocked.

“You...sang.” I nodded.

“Is that a problem?” He shook his head.

“I missed it a lot.” He smiled and walked forward.

“I guess I did as well.” I said softly. I had missed it. He laid his hand on my shoulder and asked,

“Do you want to go outside? I have a lovely garden. You always said how much you loved flowers and growing things.” I nodded excitedly. Two weeks ago I would have thought of it as an opportunity to run but now I just wanted to be free. The insanity I had first seen in Erik's eyes had completely disappeared. He seemed happier as the days went on. He still refused to tell me the real reason he had kidnapped me. I knew he wouldn't kill me. Whenever he told me something I knew it was the truth. I could trust him, strangely enough.

Thirty minutes later we were walking through a lush garden filled mostly with roses. There were every color imaginable. Then I saw something that shocked. There was one blue rose plant. I had heard that they didn't exist. I carefully touched one of the roses.

“How did you...” I trailed off. I looked up at him and he smiled.

“I managed to find a plant. This is my prize rose bush.” He reached down and plucked a single rose. “Here, this is for you. I once heard that blue roses are rare and usually a genetic mishap. You are no genetic mishap but you are rare. Rarer then a blue rose.” He tucked it behind my ear. I tried to keep from blushing. He was a strange man. Sometimes he could be distant and hard to reach and other times he was sweet and gentle. He was the man that no one could understand but everyone wanted to. I was beginning to believe that my hatred was gone. I was softening towards him. I smiled and laid a finger on the rose. Rarer than a blue rose. That was a very romantic complement. It struck me that Jonathan hadn't ever said anything like that and we were dating. Erik and I weren't dating yet he was doing this. I couldn't help but wonder, Am I falling for the man who kidnapped me?