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2019-02-02
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2021-01-26
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What's Found Is Not Always Lost

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Ben wandered into the gas station, grabbed a sundrop and a pack of oreos. Depressing. At birth everyone has blood submitted into a vast database, if you have the money you can pay to use the resource to seek out your soulmate. Ben sighed, his parent's disowned him when he was 17... cut him off. 31, had no money to find her. He lived a nomad's life. He was headed to use his friend's cabin, hoping a little time in the mountains would clear his head. He needed a restart. He was tired of pointless relationships...empty promises. He liked building things. That was his plan. He went to the register to pay, a family walked in. The daughter giggling as she grabbed skittles, a kit kat. The mother scolding her. He paid, started to drift toward the exit. He felt a pain in his chest, no? The girl... she was his... he saw it in his mind... her blood called his. She was unaware it seemed ...not of age yet? He swallowed. She went out ahead of him, her parent's were paying now. He saw her round the corner of the building, bathroom? He got in his car, pulled around. Watching out, he opened his back door. When she popped out he grabbed her from behind, holding her until she passed out. No going back...he drove.

Chapter 1: Impulse

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She lay in his backseat as he drove away from the gas station. 

What was he thinking?

He just stole a person!

Obviously  underage...

 

He was just so....

Exhausted. 

Lonely. 

Depressed.

Frustrated.

 

He could hear her steady breathing.

 He pulled over, tied her wrists and ankles with zip ties from his last job...it would have to do...for now.

He hadn't  planned this...

To... kidnap a child?

 

Fucking Christ.

Fuck fuck fuckity fuck !

He was going to jail...

His soulmate was going to despise him...

He reached over and stuck his hand in her purse.

Wallet.

Yanking it out he opened it.

Id? Driver's license... Rey Andor... 16?

Yep. Not of age... wouldn't  feel the call in her blood to him as he felt to her...the ache.

She will just see him as some crazed pervert who kidnapped  her. 

He was a lot older... 31 to  her 16...

Ben looked in his rear mirror...Rey.

She was pretty.

He could smell her perfume, maybe body spray?

He had supplies to get still...she would need things...

It was still hours to the cabin.

He hoped he didn't  hurt her.

He would set her up then seek out what they'd  need.

He had some money, not alot, from his last  job. 

Armitage wants repairs to the cabin,  fencing fixed, ...he was letting Ben use it indefinitely  as a favor. 

He could get a local labor job?

 She was here. He wasn't alone.