Captive by Onyx martin (best beach reads of all time .TXT) 📖

he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. A bit of anger built up within me, “Don’t fucking touch me, you dirty little bastard!”
“Hey! Don’t talk to him like that, little girl, or we’re going to have a problem here.” The man with the dreads said, crossing his arms. He was somewhat built, I noticed. Could have me down in an instant.
I rolled my eyes, “I’m not a little girl. I’m fucking 17. So shut the fuck up and let me through.”
The man with the short brown hair stepped forward, clenching his fists. He was skinny and not-so built, but I still had no chance against him in a fight.
“Stones, calm down. Don’t you touch her.”
Was he actually sticking up for me? Protecting me? Or did he just want to beat me down himself? I always hated men like these guys. Typical rock stars.
“You’re just going to let her disrespect us like that? You always were a pussy, Nicholas.”
“Ugh! This is why I hate you stupid rock stars. You’re all crack-heads, alcoholics and down-right assholes. Now I got to get back to my mom.”
“Tanner, Ben. This girl needs a little lesson in manners and respect.”
“Oh, Stones, don’t do this.” Nick sighed
Stones stepped forward and swung a punch at me, but Nick stepped in the way and took it instead.
“Get out of the way, Nick!” Stones easily shoved him aside and the other two joined him in beating me to the ground, kicking me in the ribs and stomach. I tried to curl up in a tight, protective ball, knowing that fighting back wouldn’t help me, but the blows still hurt like hell. Nick’s weak attempts at yelling at them or pulling them away did absolutely nothing.
It lasted maybe 10 minutes or so before Nick was finally able to pull them off me, cussing them out, “Look what you’ve done, you fucking idiots!”
I tried to get on my feet, but my knees gave out and I collapsed. I had one black eye, a sprained muscle in my ribs, my lip was torn and bleeding and my body was covered in bruises and cuts. Stones and those other two men stood back, arms crossed.
“We taught her a lesson, Nick. We don’t let people disrespect us.”
“A lesson? Disrespect you? That doesn’t matter, Stones! You don’t go around beating the shit outta 15 year old girls! We’ll lose our career for this!” Nick exploded, picking me up and carrying me bridal style.
“What the hell are you doing, Nick? Leave her here, than nobody will know it was us!”
“I can’t just leave her here, Stones! I have to help her. Now let’s go. All of you!”
My vision turned black like someone had draped a blanket over me. My head was throbbing. My whole body was sore, my arms and legs stinging.

“Tanner, Ben, this girl needs a little lesson in manners and respect.”
Stones grinned, cracking his knuckles. Nick just stood aside in the shadows, watching everything. The last two men charged towards me. I braced myself and readied to fight back, until Stones was suddenly thrown to the floor and the two men were pulled down backwards.
Louis punched the two a few times before turning back to Stones, kicking him in the ribs and face. They barely even put up a fight. They were weak.
Finally, Louis turned and ran for me, wrapping his arms tight around my waist. He kissed me a couple times and squeezed me, “You alright?”
“Yeah… thanks Louis… I love you…”
His deep, green eyes held me in a trance. They always fascinated me. That’s the one thing I fell in love with first of Louis. His eyes. I ran my fingers through his short, black hair. It was so soft. I always wondered how he got his hair to be so soft. Mine was also black, but shoulder length and I could never get it to be as soft as Louis’s.
“I love you too.”

But as soon as he’d come, he disappeared, leaving me in the dark hallway alone. Nick watched me from across the hall, his stare cold and unnerving. It felt like he was digging through my soul, my deepest secrets. It felt like he knew everything.
“Axel.” He said, his voice piercing the silence.
I took a step back, pressing myself against the wall. My hands shook. I wanted to leave. To run. Find Mom and just get as far away from this man as possible. I didn’t like the way he was watching me.
Or the way he was suddenly in front of me after I closed my eyes for a split second.
“Please… what do you want…”
He reached up, wiping the hair from my eyes. He said nothing. I tried to slip away, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. He ran his index finger over my cheek, barely brushing my skin.

The first thing I saw when I awoke was those black eyes. He was right beside me. I was on… some kind of bed. I looked around. I was in a hotel room. 2 queen-sized beds. A T.V., a little dining area with a kitchen, counters, a table and three chairs. The walls were a light peach color, the doors a light brown. All the furniture was black.
“How do you feel?” Nick asked, not having moving an inch in the time I’d spent looking around.
“Uh… sore.”
I stood. Walked over to the bathroom. Checked myself out in the mirror. There was a cut on my lower lip. My right eye was black and swollen. Bloodshot. I checked my arms. Several bruises. One deep scar ran across my left arm, left to right on the bottom. There were 7 stitches in it. I sighed.
“You’ll be fine. I’m so sorry about how last night went down. The boys can be a bit… touchy. They all have major anger issues.” He slipped in behind me. He was about 3 inches taller than me. Now that I was I close this was the first time I actually really took a good look at him.
His black hair was just as long as mine, only his was shiny and mine was frizzy. He had the tinniest bit of eye shadow and eye liner on. Not too much to make it look gay or freaky, but just enough to make it look natural and smooth.
His skin was so smooth. Pale. He was skinny. Not anorexic, just skinny.
“Whatever. Where are we? I need to get back to my mom.”
He frowned a little, biting his lip. I raised an eyebrow at him.
“I’m afraid that’s not possible.”
“What? Why!”
“I can’t let you leave. You’ll tell everybody everything. This band will be ruined. Our futures and lives will be erased, just like that.” He turned on a dime and disappeared into the other room. I followed. He stood in front of the sliding glass doors leading to the porch overlooking the beach, plus the bar and pool below. So we were upstairs. At some hotel or resort on the beach.
“So… you’re kidnapping me?”
“Well if you want to put it that way, yes.”
“Are you out of your mind?” I could feel the anger pulsing through my veins, fueling my hatred towards rock stars, “You think because you’re a rock star and you got all the money that you can get and do whatever the hell you want! I’m so sick of people like you!”
He turned around, his brows furrowed. His black eyes made the look that much angrier, so much darker, “That’s not what I think at all. But I won’t let my life be wasted away and ruined because some girl got on our bad side and got her ass kicked, which I honestly think she deserved. I went out of my way to help you, so now you owe me anyways.”
I laughed, “You guys beat me up, almost killed me and you think I owe you? Fuck this. I’m gone.”
I turned for the door, and Nick didn’t make any move to stop. Instead he stood there, watching me, arms crossed. It wasn’t until I got to the door and began to turn its rusted knob when Nick said, “Even if I let you leave now, you have nowhere to go. We’re not in Tampa anymore.”
I slowly turned back to him, “What? Where are we? How long was I out?”
He chuckled darkly and said, “Jacksonville. You’ve been out for almost 15 hours.”
A wave of loneliness and fear sunk into me. Being alone with a stranger. A stranger who could easily overpower me, rape me or kill me if he wanted to. I wanted to be home. With my annoying mom and chatting with Louis through Facebook.
“…Can’t I just call my mom and have her pick me up?”
He stepped closer to me, looking down on me, “You won’t tell anyone of our location. You’re already on the missing persons list and if they find out we have you, we’re done.”
“So I’ll make up something.”
“I can’t and won’t let you leave. End of discussion.”
I walked back over to him and slapped him as hard as I could. It was like slapping a brick wall. He wasn’t fazed any.
“This isn’t right! Let me go home!”
“If I could, I would.” He muttered before turning on his heel and sliding open the glass door leading to the porch. I noticed a little dent on its frame, right under the handle and wondered where it could be from. Nick slipped onto the porch and slammed it shut.
I crept back into the bathroom, shut the door, locked it and broke down. I covered my watering eyes and slid down to the floor, back against the door. I couldn’t control myself. Couldn’t stop the tears and the pain in my heart.
Suddenly I wouldn’t mind hanging out with my annoying mom. In fact, I missed it. I just wanted to be with something or something familiar. I wrapped my arms around myself and curled up into a tight ball.
But now I was stuck here. Kidnapped by my mom’s favorite rock star in the world. I bet this had always been her dream or fantasy, but it was my hell.
It’s crazy how everything can be changed so much in a single second.
Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Everything was bright and fuzzy. I had to blink several times and rub my eyes before I could even open them. I rolled over to look at my little digital clock on the table beside the bed. Wait… where was it?
I sighed and sat upright, “Mom…”
Someone chuckled. A man.
I flinched and my gaze snapped towards Nick sitting on the same chair he was sitting in yesterday while I slept. Did he watch me sleep? What a creep.
My heart fell a little. I thought It’d been a dream and I’d wake up in my room