Kidnapped: Book 1

Chapter 5. Mr. Willy Wonka.

**More changes in this one... nothing major!

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“Get up,” Mr. Newman demanded opening the door. I glared at his from my spot of Jace’s chest. By the small window above us I guessed it was around noon.

“I said get up!” He screamed. Both Jace and I jumped. We climbed to our feet and followed him down the stairs.

“We’re going for a walk,” Mr. Newman muttered.

“Why?” I asked, before Jace could stop me.

“Because, Isabella, those idiots are driving me crazy. So I’ll take you two on a tour of the factory.” He hissed.

I couldn’t help myself. “Do we get a life time supply of chocolate in the end?” Jace groaned beside me.

“You promised you wouldn’t be a smart ass.” He whispered.

“What?” Mr. Newman asked, utterly confused. Then he seemed to get it. “No,”

“So I can’t call you Mr. Wonka?” I said sadly. Jace actually laughed a little.

“No, you can not.” He snapped.

"Why not, you've got a factory and umpa lumpas," I said. Jace elbowed me lightly, but was smiling.

"Does Mark lay golden eggs?" He asked. Mr. Newman turned around and glared at us.

“Just go walk around by yourselves. You’re more annoying than the idiots!” he stormed off back toward his office. He muttered the whole way back about how annoying everyone around him was. He deserved it, but I wasn't about to tell him that. My cheek still stung from breakfast.

“Did he really just tell us to explore on our own?” I asked confused. This factory was huge, no way they could find us if we ran now.

“There has to be a catch.” Jace said, unsure.

Then we heard the catch. The catch stood three feet behind us growling.

“That’s a big dog.” Jace yelped when he turned around. He was always afraid of dogs. I always teased him about it, but this time he had a right to be afraid. This dog looked more like a bear. It had big blood shot eyes and sharp drool covered teeth.

“I guess we aren’t getting out today.” I sighed. We started to walk down a hallway, but the big dog blocked the way. Any path we tried to take to get out of the little room we were in, he blocked.

“Alright then,” I shouted at it, giving up. We went over to some crates and sat down.

“Jace,” I whispered. I realized that most of our conversations where starting like this. They all started with me whispering his name and then crying. I wasn’t going to cry this time. I was determined.

“What,” He answered. His voice was filled with tension and stress.

“How much did they want from your father?” I asked him. His muddy eyes stared off into the distance. They didn’t seem to focus.

“Five million,” He told me.

“Can your dad pay that?” Sure his father was rich, and they sometimes splurged on items, like Jace’s Corvette, but they didn’t just have that sitting around.

“It’ll take him a while to get it, but yeah he can pay it.” He answered.

“What happens if kidnappers don’t get the money they want?” I asked. Fear dripped into my voice. I knew my father would never EVER be able to pay my ransom.

“I don’t know, it’s not like this happens to me often.” Jace said, laughing a little.

“They want five hundred thousand dollars from my father. He can’t pay that Jace, not in a week.” My voice cracked. I wasn’t going to cry, I told myself. The tears began to form anyway.

“Don’t worry,” Was the only thing Jace could come up with. He held out his arms and once again I climbed into his lap and cried. Now not only was I afraid for his life, but mine too.

Once I was cried out Jace lifted my chin to make me look at him.He gently stroked my cheek.

"Does it hurt," He asked.

"No it's fine," I said shrugging.

Jace kissed it gently."Now it's much better," I whispered. Jace smiled and set his forehead against mine.

"Don't look at me like that," I muttered.

"Like what," Jace smirked.

"Like all adorable and stuff," I said. Jace smiled one of his crooked little smiles and kissed me.

About a half an hour later Mr. Newman came looking for us. He petted the giant guard dog and threw him a biscuit. I envied the dog of his treat. We hadn’t eaten since Megan’s party last night.

“Come on you two, it’s time for dinner.” He said, starting to leave the room. I guess I was off with my estimate of noon earlier.

“I rather not eat rotten food, if that’s all right with you.” I sneered.

“I went to get supplies this morning, I have some what edible food now.” He answered.

“What does it matter if you feed us? You’re just going to kill me anyway.” Jace snapped.

Mr. Newman looked back at him confused. “What are you talking about?”

“Mark told us you were going to kill me once you had the money.” Jace told him.

“Those flipping idiots, they never listen! I told them that we can’t kill you once we have the money or we’ll never get away. I am going to beat their—“

I stopped listening after I heard that. They weren’t going to kill Jace! It was possibly the most amazing news I had ever heard. We followed Mr. Newman back to the main floor of the factory. Mark, Derek, and Jake sat around a table eating. Mr. Newman handed us both a bowl of some kind of soup and sent us back upstairs into our little room. He locked the door behind us and went back downstairs to scream at his idiots.

I ate the soup hungerily, glad to have something in my stomach. I couldn't stop smiling at Jace.

"That's a really creepy smile," Jace said.

"I can't help it I'm happy," I said, leaning against his shoulder.

"I feel so loved," Jace teased, stealing a spoonful of my soup.

"Eat your own soup," I whined, holding my bowl away from him.

"I ate it," Jace said.

"Hungry much," I asked, allowing him to take another spoonful.

"Hey, you're little you don't have to eat much. How do you think I keep looking so awesome, gotta eat to work out," Jace said, motioning to his body. I rolled my eyes and elbowed him gently.

"You never work out," I said. Jace laughed and pulled me into his side.

"Yup, all this just comes naturally." He bragged.

"Oh shut up," I said.

We leaned back against the wall waiting for our captors to come back up.