Taken

Intro

It was cold. It was dark. And i was walking home.

"stupid car needing a oil change, now i'm going to die." i mutter to myself under my breath. just five more minutes Katherine, your almost home.

I walk quicker when i start to hear footsteps behind me but i don't turn around. Fuck,fuck,fuck, did this person seriously have to walk where i am? Now i'm more anxious than before. I see my building come into view and i casually turn around to see who was behind me, but the person was gone. I am officially freaked out. I run up my building stairs and unlock my door.

"soph?" i call out to my roomate. I found her in the kitchen making hot chocolate.

"Hey kath, what took you so long?" she says unbothered putting whipped cream on her drink.I stare at her for a while before she raises her eyebrows and opens her mouth "I TOTALLY FORGOT KATH, I AM SO SORRY" She says running over to me and passing me her freshly made hot chocolate as a peace offering. I take the cup and take a sip warming me up.

"I cant believe you forgot me, i was almost kidnapped so thank you so much."

"why didn't you call me?" she says pouting. "Because my phone is dead." I say taking it out my pocket and putting it on the counter.

"I am so sorry Kath, i'll buy you pizza tomorrow, i promise." at the thought of chicken wings my mouth starts to water.

"You better, whats for dinner?" I say as my stomach is grumbling. Soph looks around and grabs froot loops from the cabinet and pours me a bowl. "Bon appetite!" she exclaims and walks out the kitchen. I shrug then eat, froot loops are great!

When i finish my delicious bowl i head to my room, and see that my window was open. I shiver then shut it looking to see if anyone was on the fire escape. After seeing nothing but a stray cat i lower my blinds and head into the bath.

***

I flip open my laptop as a paper falls out onto the floor, i furrow my eyebrows and go under my bed to grab the note and read two threatening words,

"Times up."

What? Is this some kind of joke? I ponder for a minute before realising its probably a note from Noah telling me i have to give him his books back. I pick up my phone sending him a picture of the note,

"Ur so funny."

"What is that?"

"Ik u wrote it about the books, i will bring them next week."

"Kath, i've been at my grandmas this whole day, that's not my note."

"Oh."

If it wasn't Noah then who was it?

I shiver walking toward my window separating the blinds with my fingers. I look down and see a figure two stories below, looking right at me, A gasp lodges in my throat as i run back onto my bed, tripping over a pile of clothes. I pick the note up again but this time i notice ink on the back with the same handwriting.

"Tell your Daddy goodbye."