Got Talent Challenge 1 [Part 2]

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Part 2

With wide eyes, I stared back at him. With no words to be found, I blurted out the first thing I could think of, "Do you even know my name?" I mumbled under my breath.

"Pardon?" A polite murderer.

"DO YOU EVEN KNOW MY NAME! If you're going to kill me you might as well know my name..." I trailed off.

He stared at me bewildered, "In fact I do, Rosemarie. Good night."

Just as he took his jacket off I saw a small name tag that said,

Christian

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He left me there with no more than a leather jacket around my arms. It had seemed that days had gone by with no food or water.

Until I suddenly heard the door to the warehouse unlock.

"Nice to see you again, Christian." Christian stopped in his tracks towards that door that was left of me. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. "Your jacket, there is a name tag on your jacket."

He pondered for a moment, thinking of something, but then shook his head and started to walk off. "If you really wanted to hurt my father, you should've taken my sister Haylee instead." It was true my father didn't love me, I was his 'pretty' little mistake. So when my mother gave birth to Haylee he took it as his chance to 'make a new Rosemarie' as he put it.

He locked me in my room and began training Haylee just like he was supposed to train me. With my father being an assassin and all that he figured he would have to train his offspring. He left me to starve, but if it wasn't for my mother I would've been dead. Every night without his knowing she took the smallest if the leftover from dinner and fed them to me.

It had gone on for a couple of months until that night. The night my mother was murdered.

Flashback

"YOU CANT JUST KEEP HER THERE FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!"

"SHUT UP WOMAN! That is not your decision!"

"SHE IS MY DAUGHTER TOO!" I was watching all of this happen in front of my eyes. My mother had then walked off to her bedroom.

"What the fuck are you going!"

"Away from you" All of a sudden, I heard a loud scream, glass breaking, and then shuffling. I had walked into the room with my mother lying on the floor with blood trickling down her face, and my father holding a large glass beer bottle.

Present

That was a week ago.

After I said that he paused, grabbed a chair and sat down in front of me. Christian then took something out of his pocket and handed it to me, scraps of chicken, pork, beef, and bread. He had then realized I could take it because I was tied up.

"Oh shoot I'm not a very good kidnapper." He said untying me. Then handing me the food with a bottle of water.

"Lucky for me then." I chuckled half-heartedly and already eating the food and water.

He sat there the whole time watching me. After I was done he finally spoke in a soft hushed voice.

"I've been thinking about you, " I looked at him confused. He finally realized what he said, "Oh, sorry that sounded creepy. I meant I've been thinking about kidnapping you. I feel as if I've mad a mistake. But before I decide I want to get to know you."

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After about two weeks Christian and I had become close friends. He had even invited me to stay at his apartment.

"Rosemarie." Christian had said my name while he and I were making dinner together.

"Is something wrong, Christian?" I had asked still stirring the tomato sauce. He had not answered, "Christian?-" I had turned around and he was right there. So close we shared the same breath. Christian leaned in closer and locked our lips together. He pulled away and rested his forehead on mine.

"I think I love you, Rosemarie. I don't want you to leave." He whispered into my mouth.

I took his head into my hands and gave him a small peck on the nose. "I love you too, and I'm not going anywhere."

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My father had never come after us, probably thinking that I was dead and didn't care. From time to time I think of my mother, of how I could have stopped him from murdering her. Christian knows me too well. Every time I think of it he stops me like we have the same mind. Christian and I? Well, the rest is history, you can decide what's will happen next.

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Hey Guys! Sorry I haven't been active in so long. I've had Show Choir competitions every week and lots of family issues to resolve. But hopefully, I will be more active during Got Talent!

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