Taken

Remembering The Promise

It's been three days since I've seen Paul or Sarah. Three long days. Sure they would come in and try to talk to me but I would always act like I'm asleep of just stare out my new floor to ceiling window. They would come in with food that the cooks would make but I never ate them. I was too home sick to pick up a fork let alone keep down a meal. The only time I would get out of bedwas to use the bathroom or take a very long shower. On the third day Paul came barging into my room with a very pissed off expression.

"Get up now." he hissed from the door way. I gave him a cold look before I rolled over and looked out of the window. When I would get bored I would stand by the window and count all the taxis that would drive down the road or count the windows on neighboring buildings.

"I said get up, now!" Paul booms. I just roll my eyes and keep my back to him. After he slapped me in the closet I couldn't stand to look at him. Normally he would sit on the edge of my bed and try to have a conversation with me. Sure he apologized for hitting me but I couldn't forgive him. He took me away from my family to be his 'daughter' and then hit me! This guy is crazy and I probably shouldn't be pissing him off but I just can't work up the feelings to care.

"That's it!" Paul yells before lifting up the mattress I've been laying on, causing my to roll of the bed and hit the floor, hard.

"What the hell!" I scream and scramble off the floor to look at Paul. I look into his cold blue eyes and cringe. I hate this guy. I hate his golden blonde hair, his cold grey blue eyes, thin lips that curl up into a snarl when he's pissed, like now, and I hate his stupid wife to.

"I told you to get up. No daughter of mine if going to waist her life laying in a bed staring out the window!" Paul yells. I take a step back and ball my hands into fist. He didn't not just call me his daughter. I probably would've puked if there was anything in my stomach.

"Are you crazy! I'm not you damn daughter and I never will be!" I scream at him. This guy and his wife belong in a looney bins with all the other crazy people. I flinch back when Paul raises his hand, thinking he's going to hit me again but instead he grabs my face and pushes me up against the window causing me to cry out in pain. Who ever said being pushed up against a window or wall was sexy or romantic must be stupid, cuz this shit hurts. But of course this isn't a sexy, and horny teenage boy pushing me up against the window, this is a pissed of, crazy person. Totally different.

"Like I said before in the closet. You will act like my daughter if you want your family to live." Paul hisses. I suck in a breathe. My family, my loving family. They must be sick with worry, or worst. They could think I'm dead. I let a single tear fall down my face. Brandon and Jessika, there teasing nature and all of our crazy traditions we do, I may never get to do them again. I may never get to spend another Christmas or thanksgiving with my parents.

"Okay, I'm you daughter." I whisper I defeat. I have to remember my promise. I will see my family again, I'll make Paul and Sarah think they can trust me so I can do what I want and then I'll make up an excuse and leave. On spring break, I'll make them trust me by spring break and say I want to go somewhere with friends for the week then go to Florida.

"Good, now we've enrolled you in school and you start tomorrow." Paul smiles and backs away from me. I nod my head, still thinking about how I'm going to make them trust me.

"What school?" I ask.

"Chapman Academy. The best school in New York." at least I'll get a good education while I'm here.

"Okay. Can I go out for a little bit? I just want some fresh air." I say and look up at Paul. I give a small smile and try not to flinch when I look into his eyes. I have something I want to do before I start me 'new' life.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea. You don't know your way around the city."

"I won't go far. I promise." please let me go.

"Okay, but take this." I look down at the iPhone and credit card in his hand. Wow so he's going to track where I go and what I buy.

"Thanks." I grab the things from his hand and head to the closet. Might as well get dressed and out of these sweats.

"Don't be back to late, it's a school night." Paul yells from the bedroom. I roll m eyes but nod to him.

"Kay." I grab a pair of skinny jeans and a pink sweater and pull them on quickly. I stuff the credit card in my bra and grab a small purse from a shelf and stuff the iPhone in there. I bet they they'll track who I call and text also. I pull on a pair of black flats and head out of my room and to the elevator barely paying attention to the white leather couches, glass table, and huge painting hanging on the penthouse walls.

Yes, the people who kidnapped me are rich. Yay for me, not. And yes they brought me to their pent house in New York, and yes during the night I would come out of my room and explore the penthouse, finding ways to get out fast but only finding the elevator.

I jump when I hear the ping of the elevator and step in quickly, hoping I can get this over with quickly. I would love to explore the city, walk through Central Park with the snow on the ground and ice skate but I don't have time, I have things to do.I step out of the elevator when it reaches the lobby and head to the door only to run smack into a wall. What the hell.

"Are you okay?" a smooth voice ask while gripping onto my arms to keep me from falling. I look up to see a gorgeous pair of puppy dog brown eyes clouded with worry looking down at me.

"I'm fine." I state and study his face. I look at his blue, black hair falling over his tan skin and into his brown eyes surrounded by the longest eyelashes I've ever seen on a guy before. I let my eyes travel down his long nose and high cheek bones to his full pink lips.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I give him a small smile and pry myself from his grip. "Well I have to go, but.. Um.. Thanks." I give the guy a small wave and jog to the door and out onto the street. I bite my lip and look around, shit I have no idea where I'm going. I decide to go right and just wing it. If I get lost I'll just ask somebody for help.

It take me about 20 minutes of walking past countless clothing and shoes stores before I find an ATM. I take out about $200 and stuff it in my purse, then keep walking till I find a small but nice tattoo and piercing parlor and walk in.

"Hi, how can I help you?" a young woman in her early 30 ask from behind a counter. I give her a small smile as I walk over to her.

"I'd like to get a tattoo please."