~ Kidnapped. I think? ~

When I had awoken some short ten days later. I was in a dark and mysterious room. Because why wake up in a normal room if it could be more dramatic right?

I began to cough and hack, my body feeling as if someone had poured boiling water through my veins.
My legs and muscles sore and throbbing in pain. I sat up and steadied myself, because of course after being unconscious for ten days without an I.V. drip, and no way of food or water getting into my system, I was going to be a little queasy.

My goodness me! I  suddenly have memory loss and can't remember loosing my blood to a mosquito and fainting in the middle of the woods!

I stood up and began to walk aimlessly around the place I was locked inside of. I soon discovered my jail to be a cabin, furnished with deer skin couches, a shotgun lamp, a rattlesnake skin cup holder, on top of a small wooden table that had a shotgun carved in it. Deer antlers hung from the walls, hanging pictures of once alive woodland creatures.

"I think I am in some type of Suburban styled house. So classy!" I mused.

Suddenly glass shattered, followed by the loud bang of a 12 gauge shotgun going off.

"Wooooooeeeeeh! I gott'em!" I heard a young guy shout triumphantly. His voice rich in a deep redneck/country/ swamp boy accent.

He must be from the U.K. he sounds so classy!

I was so engrossed in the fact that his accent was so hot, that I had forgotten about my near death sentence by his gun. I instantly forgave him because I am a broken, shattered hearted girl with no common sense.

Seconds later a hottie carrying twenty dead squirrels over his shoulder stepped in, smiling pridefully at his kills.

Like all teen fic boys, except for the close friends, the outcast, the nerds or the bullies, he was another impossibly hot guy. He was almost 8 foot tall, with dark tousled hair, a bright white smile, and was well muscled.

Even though in real life you rarely find a single guy that fits a perfect description like this, but in teen fics there are multiple impossibly hot guys just so the protagonist gets stuck in a love triangle. Good thing I am not a sucker for that!

I would never love two guys at a time.

He plops his illegal harvest onto the kitchen table then begins to oil and clean his gun out while whistling the tune to "Cotton Eye Joe"

"So why did I wake up in your strangely mysterious cabin?" I asked oh so dramatically.

He spat on the floor then began to pick his teeth with a duck bone, as he spoke the next sentence.

"I found ya' in the woods right dare a' lyin' on the ground like a deer that was just a' shot. I rescued ya' and all but ya' slept for darn y'ere a week."

His accent made my heart stop beating. Yet again I had fallen head over heels for a boy I had just met literally a few seconds ago. He was definitely the guy for me!

He pulled a wooden guitar out then slipped into a pair of  cowboy boots, while sticking a wheat stem into his mouth.

He began to strum at his guitar, while tapping his boot to the rhythm, singing a country song about girls and heart break.

I sighed dreamily as I listened to his song that was his attempt to tell me he wasn't interested in me. He had written specifically for me of course! The thought of the song being written for me made my heart soar.

Just when I was about to ask him to marry me, the door busted down, and a motorcycle burst in.

"It's the popo!" Country hottie shouted, pulling his gun up and shooting randomly towards the ceiling.

The driver of the motorcycle took his helmet off to reveal Flapjack!

"Flapjack, I thought I would never see you again!" I breathed.
Joyful tears began to blur my vision. My true love had returned. He was back! I thought that I would never live to see the day that I would see him again.

I didn't feel sick anymore from not eating or drinking water in ten days and also I hadn't healed all the way from my broken rib. Do not pity me, for I was now perfectly fine all thanks to these two boys who were standing right in front of me.

"Wait, what is your name,"  I asked redneck boy, who had begun to clean a fish on his kitchen table.

"I'm a hunter," he simply replied, continuing with skinning the fish.
"I know you are but what is your name?"

"I'm a hunter,"he replied again.

"For crying out loud! Tell me your name!"

"My name is, I'm a hunter," he said turning to me. He threw the dead fish into the ice box then began to work on the squirrles.

"Okay, well cool name." I said before turning around. "Come on, Flapjack. Let's go -"

"Wait!" I'm a hunter shouted, dropping his knife.

"Loseria, I am in love with you!"

He said this as he made a heart with his two hands.
"No, I am in love with her! She is mine!" Flapjack hissed yanking on my arm.
I gasped at the two in front of me, not knowing what to do.

Have I stumbled upon some type of love triangle in this story now? What decision should I make now?

Be with the guy I have met two days ago, or be with the guy whom i have just met this morning, who just so happened to be my kidnapper/rescuer.

I knew I had to make the right decision, but who should I choose?

And then again the readers are left with another cliffhanger, since that is extremely common amongst every Wattpad author 😎