Chapter 15
It had been three years since I had been shot, all I had now was a small scar. As I wandered through the town, I looked at the familiar face of my kidnapper on a poster. No one else recognized him as a famous film star, his hair had been cut and almost everyone loved him. But I recognized him. Immensely. It had taken a whole year of persuading dad that I was capable of walking alone in the streets again, since the kidnapping. I heard panting, and looked behind me to see my private jet plane flier, Niall."Hey," I smiled as he caught up.
"Good morning, miss Bella," he beamed back. He was a year younger than me, but a lot taller than me. "Got a new car yet? You know, since that crash when that rotter across the road 'borrowed' it?"
"Yeah, but this one's way better," I brag, grinning at him. He always let me brag around him. "It's the new Porsche."
"Sweet."
Silence. A slightly torn poster of Scade's cheesy film star smile fluttered past us.
"Do you like Jason?" Scade's new pretend name.
"He's not bad," I admit.
"I find him a little cheesy."
"I couldn't agree more," I chuckle, thinking what Scade-Sorry, 'Jason' would think of that comment. He was living in Hollywood now.I took a breath. It was no or never I could ask this favor from Niall. "Niall?" I asked quietly. "Have you ever flown to Hollywood?"
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Great story. :)