We got home half an hour ago and I am still trying to figure out how the washing machine works so I can wash my new clothes.

I miss home so much! Alex is good with me, and promised me that I will contact my family today, but I still want to return home!

I don't understand why is he keeping me here, and the reason he had to kidnap me that way is still unknown. He won't answer any question.

While we were shopping we discussed it a little, and he said there's a reason for everything. But I don't understand! At least he doesn't want to hurt me.

I looked again at the washing machine and sighed.

The one we have back at home is much simpler than this. This one here is supposed to wash them and then dry them too. Pretty cool, if I knew how to use it.

I put the clothes inside and adjusted the temperature then pressed a few more buttons and it started working.

I hope I did this right and it won't destroy my new clothes.

While I was making sure for the temperature of the water again I heard the door bell ring.

I opened the bathroom door so I can listen and I heard male voices.

"Arabella! The guys are here!" Alex shouted but smiled when I showed up at the top of the staircase.

"Hello there pretty girl!" Noah smiled at me and proceeded to hug me when I got close to them.

Ethan welcomed me too and Zayn patted my head.

"Will she do it now?" Ethan asked and Alex looked at him angrily.

"What thing?" I asked and looked up at Alex.

Ethan looked at me raising his eyebrows and sighed. "Sorry mate, I thought she knew." he said looking at Alex, which looked back at him like he wanted to struggle him.

"Damn it Ethan!" Alex said between his teeth and Ethan looked down on his feet.

"I talked to your father." Alex finally said.

The other guys were now not making a sound, simply watching my expressions change.

"What!?" I asked and a smile was forming on my face. "Will I return home?" I said as the excitement was obvious in my voice.

"No, Ara. This is your home now." he said grabbing my arm.

That's not my home.

"Then what? What did he tell you?" I asked and looked up to meet his eyes.

He dragged me to his office but stopped outside the door and looked at me, the guys followed.

"When will I go home? He must be very angry at you, knowing you took me away." I said raising my voice a little.

Alex lauded at my face but he looked so intimidating, making me back off and stop talking immediately.

I looked at him waiting for an answer. When will I finally go back home?

"You can call him now so he will explain." Alex finally said.

"What?" I asked shocked.

Ethan looked concerned. I don't know why tho. Will Alex be angry at him for telling me?

I haven't spoke to my father in a long time. The true thing is, I'm not sure if I want to.

"Yeah, let's go inside."

Alex got inside the office and I followed. The boys got inside too behind me.

Zayn closed the door and the three of them sat on the big couch, while Alex sat on his office.

He nodded me to go close to him and I walked behind the office.

Once I was near him he grabbed my waist and put me in his knees.

I didn't expect him to do this and my cheeks turned red at his gesture. I looked around and saw the boys but they didn't look surprised.

Alex grabbed his phone and called a number. As I saw the numbers on the screen I immediately recognised it.

It was my fathers number.

He put the phone on speaker and put it on the desk. While the phone was ringing he placed his hand on my thigh and left it there.

"What do you want?!" my fathers angry voice was heard through the speakers.

I didn't know what to say.

I just wanted to cry and yell at him to save me, but my voice wouldn't leave my throat.

"Hello??" my father asked once again.

Alex looked at me confused and then spoke for me.

"Arabella wants to talk to you." he said.

I opened my mouth and then closed it again.

"Dad!" I finally said. My voice cracked and I felt a lump in my throat.

"Arabella! How are you?" my father said acting surprised. I don't really believe that he is.

"Dad I want to go home, please! Come and take me from here, dad, I beg you. Why am I even here? And why are you not doing anything about it!?" I said raising my voice, as tears were forming in my eyes.

Does he even care about me? I doubt it. We shouldn't call him. We should call my mom or my brothers instead.

"You will stay with Alex for a while, okay? I will come and get you. Till then, behave." I was shocked. Does he really doesn't care about me?

"No!" I screamed. "You don't understand!"

I got up from Alex's lap and put my hands on the desk next to the phone.

"I was kidnapped from my own house and you do nothing about it! You never cared about me anyways! Why?? Am I such a disappointment to you!?" Tears were now streaming down my face.

"I had to be kidnapped so you will talk to me on the phone!" I said and that's all.

My father was still speaking to me in the most calm way. The things I said didn't seem to upset him at all.

But I had no power left.

I collapsed to the floor and rested my back on the desk and cried for all the days that I've been here.

Alex quickly grabbed me and tried to pick me up but I protested.

"Leave me alone!" I whined and cried even more. "This is all your fault."

He grabbed the phone and closed it, and then put his face into his hands and sighed.

I felt someone's hands in my back and I looked around.

Noah was above me with a sad smile.

"Shhhh." he kept telling me as he slowly tried to pull me up.

I stood up and he hugged me tightly.

"It's okay." he whispered. "Stop crying, okay?"

I started to calm down and Noah let me out of his hug.

I looked around the room. Zayn and Ethan were discussing quietly.

And Alex was just looking up at me with a sad expression to his eyes. It's the first time I see him like this.

I feel exhausted.

I want to just lie somewhere and cry forever.

After the phone call I am now sure that no one will look for me and I won't return home soon.

My father never actually cared a lot about me. He was always proud of my brothers, but not me. Another tear streamed down my face but I quickly wiped it away.

If no one wants to give me answers, it's fine. But I won't stay in here for long.