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Taken.

Emma's POV

That was weird. When I finally escaped that ginormous crowd, I texted Nat to see where she was. As I was waiting for a response, some boy wrapped his arm around my waist, whispered to me, telling me he'd " hit it from the back any day " and then he walked off. After this, I put my attention back towards my phone because Natalie replied, saying " Turn around, bitch. " which caused me to smirk, and then she came out of nowhere, drunk out of her mind. Now I'm currently walking home because Natalie was my ride; and she went home with a guy. It was around 10pm, and I was a block away from my house. I turned the corner, and I could finally see my house in the distance.

A sigh escaped my lips as I entered my house, hearing something bang outside. I furrowed my eyebrows, peeking out the window, only to see a dark figure scurrying down the sidewalk. This days just full of weird things. I walked into my tiny room, and stripped of my dirty clothes, throwing them in the hamper. I quickly picked out a pair of pajama shorts and tank top, placing them on my bed.

I hopped out of the shower, turning the warm water off. I dried myself, and quickly combed through my hair, then putting it into a messy bun. I wrapped the towel around my small body, and threw on the clothes I picked out earlier tonight. I felt strange tonight, like that I was physically alone, but I didn't feel alone. I felt like somebody was watching me. I shrugged off the feeling, and laid in bed, snuggling into the warm sheets.

* Around 11:45PM *

I jolted awake, to the sound of a creaking window or door. I slowly sat up, and got out of bed, making the least amount of noise possible. I made my way into the hallway, and grabbed a pocket knife which was on my dresser before I walked into the hallway. I slowly crept towards the kitchen, only to be struck against the wall by a tall, strong figure. A hand was cupped over my mouth, making me unable to speak. I couldn't make out any of his features, knowing it's probably 12:00 AM currently.

I attempted getting out of his grip, which only caused him to press his body further up against mine, keeping me pressed up on the wall. I flicked open the pocket knife I had with my thumb unnoticeable, and quickly brought it up to my attacker's arm, cutting a long line deeply into his skin. He hissed in pain, searching for something in his pocket with his uncut arm. He pulled out a rag, and placed it over my mouth. I was incredibly out of breathe yet I knew exactly what this was. I held my breath, until I felt a jab in my side and sucked in the infected air. " You're safe now, babygirl. " was all I heard before blacking out.

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