My Name is NOT Cupcake

Chapter 7

"Nova," Elias said softly. I blinked my eyes open and tried to sit up. My bones didn't scream at me as I

pushed up on my hands. It was actually fairly easy besides a little soreness. I sat up and looked

around. Elias took my hand in his.

"How are you feeling?" he asked me. I yawned and stretched my limbs.

"I feel... fine. How is it that I feel so must better after a blood transfusion and a nap. A blood transfusion

wouldn't magically heal my bones," I asked. Elias rubbed his thumb over the back of my hand.

"You're better now; that's all that matters," he said. I pulled my hand away from his and looked at the

sheets.

"I want to go home," I said softly.

"Why?" he asked. "Do you not feel comfortable with me? Don't you think that it's for a reason?" he

asked. I shook my head as tears threatened to fall.

"My dad needs to know I'm alive. He can't loose me, too. He just can't," I cried.

"Why are you so insistent on this?" he asked.

"Because he's already lost my mom to the woods. He can't lose me too," I said.

"What happened?" he asked quietly. I sighed before I fiddled with my fingers. Logic told me not to tell

him, but I wanted to.

"She was murdered; mutilated by animals. She went out one night to try to find our dog, Shipmate. He

wandered out into the woods near our house and... she never came back. The next morning we went

looking for her and... and we found her. She was shredded to pieces and there was so much blood. My

dad went into shock. We called the police and they determined it was some kind of animal. A wild dog,

or pack of wolves or something. Shipmate was found cowering in a hole in a tree. Apparently the hole

was too small for the animal to get into. They only got my mom. My dad he cried for so long. He

grieved for so long. He can't lose me too. He has to know that I'm alive. He has to know that I'm not

dead. He'll lose it again if I don't," I tried to explain. Elias sighed and closed his eyes briefly.

"Okay, but I have to be with you and you can't tell him what's really going on," he said. I chuckled

humorlessly.

"I don't even know what's going on," I said. He sighed and ran his hand over my arm.

"Do you feel that?" he asked. I hesitated.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"That spark... the warm fuzzy feeling. It's a connection to each other. It'll only grow with time," he

explained. I didn't understand what he was getting at. I pulled my arm away and looked at the sheets.

"Stop... please," I whispered as a light blush covered my cheeks. "I don't know you. You kidnapped me

and you're keeping me here against my will. Now you want me to believe that you did it because we're This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

meant for each other. That doesn't make any sense," I said. He sighed and moved away from me.

"When do you want to go see your father?" he asked changing the subject.

"When can I go?" I countered.

"Whenever Dr. Michael releases you... and based on your remarkable recovery, it'll probably be soon,"

he answered.

I was released by the end of the day. I was handed new clothes and put them on gratefully. Though, I

did wonder how Elias guessed my size correctly. He led me by the small of my back outside and to a

car. I got in the passenger side and we were off. I found myself staring out my window at the passing

town. The town seemed happy. There were children running around. Couples were outside together,

watching the children, having conversations. They all looked deliriously happy. And I noticed that there

were always coupled up, rarely was there one without the other. It almost seemed unreal.

"Everyone's together," I noted.

"We'll be there one day," Elias muttered under his breath, but I heard him anyway. I ignored it and

continued watching the passing town. I would never be so deliriously happy with my kidnapper.

"What's the town's name?" I asked. He hesitated before he gave in.

"Rigor Moon," he said. I found myself rolling my eyes. That was a silly name for a town. We came upon

a house eventually. It was a pure white stucco mansion with brick detailing. I admired the house as the

car pulled into a u-shaped driveway.