I've been taken...(guy needed)

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    "Uhh... Ok sure. I was going to make it but this is fine too." He said softly. "And... About Tbo..." His voice trailed off. He was unsure of what to say. He knew know the dog didn't survive. He couldn't do anything but retrive the body. But he didn't want to do that.

    "Just dont ring him up." Cris replied sternly. Desperatly she wanted to slap him. Shoot him. Cris wanted to hurt him so bad for hurting her dog but she did t. Cris didnt because some weird force held her back. Setting the spatuala she was using to flip the bacon Criz eyed him wit a meaningful glare. "Why did you kidnap me?"

    "I loved you." He said softly. He walked around the house, gathering the pups belongings. He walked into the kitchen to throw the out. he held the toys and things above the trash can. "But now I'm not to sure." He muttered.

    Cris couldnt hear the last part only the I loved yoj. She nodded and looked back down at the food. She couldnt even look at the puppies tous. "Do you sing and strum or just strum?" Cris asked trying to keel the akward slience away.

    "Sing and strum." He said, throwing the last of the dog toys out. He sat down at the table, waiting for food. Hank's eyes traveled around the room. He sighed, realizing he ruined her life. He took her from her family, killed her dog, and doesn't even love her anymore.

    Looking at Hank in his distressed state she smiled timidly ans sat down in frnt of him. "Eat up." Her eyebrow was raised in a funny way and Cris wasnt trying to look cute but did anyway. Seeing his hand on the table she reached for it and smiled. "It's ok." She pulled away and began to eat.

    He pulled back his hands, eating quietly. His eyes were tired looking as they drifted to the food. Hank felt his stomach slowly fill with food. The growling and rumbles quickly stopped

    Knowing it was a slim shot Cris pointed at her bow and smiled. "Want to go shoot it today? I could teach you..." her neon gaze ow foundit hard to even look at him. Cris was kind-a scared. The whole time she had lived there he adnt acted all sad like this. It was freaking her out.

    "No thanks. I know how already." He said simply. He stood up, carrying the empty dishes to the sink. He rinsed them off. "I used to shoot with my dad." Hank said.

    "that's who taught me." Cris tried to smile and shook her head to herself. For a moment Cris thought she might actually maybe have a crush on someone. Closing her eyes Cris reached for the guitar and pointed to the bathroom door. "I uhhhh kinda want to sing but I don't I front of people."