Taken

Chapter O2

-Lily's P.O.V.-

      I leaned against the counter awkwardly as Marcus slowly walked over to me with a smirk on his face.

      "Trying to impress Dylan now are we?" He asked and my cheeks burned red as I opened my mouth to speak.

      "N-No, I don't like Dylan like that. He's my best friend." I told Marcus and gripped the side of the counters, I cannot lie for my life.

      "So you wouldn't care if I did this?" Marcus asked as he put his hands on my waist and getting centimeters close to my face.

      "N-Not a-a-at all." I told him with my breath caught in my throat, he stared down at my lip that I was biting. He smirked at me and looked up at me with glistening blue eyes. Not as perfect as Dylan's but pretty close. I'm actually surprised that Marcus even noticed me with Dylan in the first place to be honest.

      "Really?" Marcus pressed his forehead against mine and brushed his lips against mine. I didn't know what to do, I didn't like Marcus at all. He was annoying and really mean, I don't care how seductive or hot he is.

      "Mhm." I said shutting my mouth so he couldn't just stick his tongue in there.

      "Marcus, what are you doing?" I heard someone yell behind him and Marcus stepped away from me to expose Dylan, my body relaxed.

      "Just testing your girlfriend. She's worthy of you." Marcus smirked and I swallowed hard before Dylan pushed Marcus's chest and took my hand in his.

      "Did he do anything to you?" Dylan asked while glaring at a laughing Marcus, I shook my head still a bit dazed and embarrassed. "Good, come on. Let's dance." Dylan showed his winning smile that brightened up the dark house. I nodded as he led me to where everyone was dancing, I wasn't really a dancer but I was pretty good. I wasn't flashy or anything, that'd just be embarrassing. The crowd I was in smelled of alcohol, my worst enemy which made my nose scrunch of unpleasantly. Dylan laughed at my face and grabbed my hand and leaned over to speak into my ear. 

       "Do you want to get some air?" He asked me and I smiled nodding my head, letting him guide me outside in the front where there weren't a lot of people.

       "It smells terrible in there." I told him when we reached the clean air that I was inhaling like I was just about to drown.

       "It's definitely not for everyone." He laughed and I nodded my head and he craned his neck down to his pocket that was lighting up.

       "Who's that?" I asked instantly regretting my words and not wanting to sound like a stalker.

       "One of my friends. I'm apparently needed, do you want to stay out here? I'll be right back." He asked and I nodded my head and he winked at me before sprinting back into the house. Now I really wanted Marian, I knew this was going to happen. I knew he was trying though.

       I walked over to Dylan's car and leaned on it, it was across the street from the actual house. I just stared at it as kids tumbled drunken onto the floor. It was amusing, actually, until a car pulled up next to me. A man sat in the front seat, he was pretty sexy looking but way old.

      "Do you own this house?" He asked me and referred to the house behind me, I turned around and looked at it then turned back to him.

      "Nope." I said and gave him a sympathetic smile.

      "Darn it. Well do you live around here?" He asked me with a slight smile, I cautiously nodded my head. "Great! Can you come over here and tell me where 1254 Bridgetin street is?" He asked and I slowly walked over as he showed my a map through the opened window.

      "Well it should be-" I started pointing down the street but the man opened the door and pulled me into the car, throwing me over into the passengers seat.

      "Don't say a word or I'll kill you right here." The man said and pointed a gun to my face, I didn't move, I didn't breath. I practically sat on the floor of the car because that's how I had fallen. My hair was in my face and I just stared up in shock of what just happened. He stared down at me, his finger on the trigger. 

       Once I finally processed what was going on I started to cry. This man had just kidnapped me! But it got worse when he started driving. I tried my best to silently cry but it was hard and every time I made a semi-loud noise he'd look down at me once more and shove the gun closer to my face.

       Why the heck did Dylan leave me in the first place!? No, I can't blame this on Dylan. I was the idiot that actually thought a grown man needed help with directions. Then the man stopped the car and reached for his belt pulling out a can and spraying it in my face.

       "W-What..." I said as I inhaled the scent, getting really drowsy. I tried to hold my breath but soon enough everything got blurry even though everything around me was really dark to begin with it. Then everything went from dark to black, I think I just died.

       Then my eyes fluttered open and I looked around, I wasn't at my house. I tried to remembered what had happened last night, where I was. Then I remembered Rachel's party, was I at her house? I tried standing up from my sitting down position but was pulled back by the chains wrapped around my wrists and ankles.

       "What the heck?" I whispered under my breath looking down to find myself only in my bra and underwear with chains shackled around me. Did Dylan and I do something...? I couldn't see though, it was dark everywhere. Then I remembered that man, that kidnapped me. I was kidnapped, right now I wasn't able to go home. Am I dead!? Is that why I can't see? Tears started flooding to my eyes and I tried to rip the chains off my wrists but it wasn't coming off.

       "Dylan?!" I called loudly only to be whipped in the back with what I think was a belt. I yelped in pain, now I know I'm not dead.

       "Say another word and I'll lash you again." A low voice grumbled and I didn't move, I clamped my eyes shut trying to hold back the tears. I can't believe this, it was a dream it had to be. "Open your eyes." The voice ordered and I opened them hesitantly, a light burning my eyes. I reached up to rub my eyes but now the chains were tighter and I could move my arms without getting scratched.

       That same man stood in front of me with a bloody belt, I slouched away from his smirking face. He came dangerously close to me and I almost threw up inhaling the sent of his alcoholic breath. He noticed it bothered me and blew his air into my face and I started to cough and he lashed my back again. I gritted my teeth trying to stop the scream from escaping my mouth.

       "You're not allowed to speak, you must do what I say, and you may never run away." The man said before ripping off my bra.