escape

| Chapter 1 |

Chapter One

"Please don't do this!" The actress on Criminal Minds pleads to the kidnapper.

I have been watching Criminal Minds since four o'clock this afternoon when my parents left for their business trip that is supposed to last a good two or three or more months. So my logical thinking decides, let's watch a marathon of Criminal Minds alone in my room! Woo great idea!

To be honest, the show creeps me out a little, even though most of these crimes would never happen in real life.

THUNK!

A loud noise comes from downstairs.

Don't think any stupid idea from criminal minds, it's impossible.

Well I guess I'm hungry too, so I guess I'll just go make some popcorn. I pause the show and get up. I open the door to the dark hallway and I walk to meet the stairs, where I have all lights on the main floor turned on. I jog down the stairs and walk to the kitchen.

Walking through the doorway, I walk to the pantry and grab a popcorn package. I walk to the island counter and start to open the wrapper. A little paper rests in front of me and I pick it up.

"Expect the unexpected...

~ P xoxo "

P? What's that supposed to mean? I lightly let go of the note and let it fall onto the counter. I take the popcorn package by one hand and walk over to the microwave high up on the pantry top.

I reach up onto my tippy toes and open the microwave. I plop the popcorn into the heat box and close the door and I punch in the specific time. I relax back off my toes and put the weight onto my heels.

As I'm about to turn around, a firm hand grabs my mouth. The hand pulls me and I stumble back into a hard chest. The persons other hand swings around and puts a rag over my nose and mouth. I try to look around frantically but my vision starts to fade as I remember,

Damn! This was in the stupid show.

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I open my eyes slightly and realize my surroundings. A van? I look forwards and see four boys occupying four seats.

"Your supposed to turn right here!" A raspy voice exclaims from the passenger seat.

"Sorry." The driver mumbles quietly as he turns the vehicle around.

"Maybe Hayes should drive next time." The voice from the passenger seat mumbles.

"Okay where should I turn now?" The driver asks.

"How about the sign that says California," the voice from the passenger seat says sarcastically, obviously annoyed, "because that's where we're going right?"

"Yes Peter." The voice says ashamedly to 'Peter'.

California? That can't be! I live in Oregon! California! That's far. I hiccup accidentally at the facts coming at me. The driver slams on the breaks and all four pairs of eyes turn to me. I close my eyes quickly.

The voice of the person in the passenger seat, whom I believe is called Peter, startles me.

"Pass the rag." I hear him say as I hear the sound of his seatbelt unclicks and footsteps start stalking towards me.

"Going to open your eyes?" The voice asks me, directly in front of me. He grabs my wrist, for which I didn't know why.

I try to resume my casual sleeping act but I think I may have accidentally moved or something because he notices and puts the cloth over my nose and mouth again. I daze off back into sleep again but I start to wonder.