Captured.

Chapter one

Chapter one,

I couldn't scream, because every cry of help that came out of my mouth faded into the snarled gray bandana around my mouth. I kicked and twisted every which way, but it was useless. My legs were banded together by a kind of rope that I was sure would leave bruises for weeks. But I couldn't think of the weeks yet to come all I could think of were my sore hands trapped at the bottom of my spine squirming as if they were expecting someone to pull them out of the dark truck. I knew that wouldn't happen. For years my parents have shut us out of their minds leaving me to crash my sister's daydreams of water parks and roller rinks. My eight year old sister would chase after my mom grabbing her legs sobbing, pleading for the bright pink sparkly roller skates in the window of the thrift shop at the corner of Roosevelt St. I would have to grab Liliana by her waist, drag her into our bedroom and lock her down on the bed until she stopped crying. My sister was braver than you must think, she would usually look up into my green eyes and stop crying instantly as she knew it was no use. My sister had already heard my soft endless lectures since she was two, she had practically memorized my thoughts word by word. She knew me more than anyone else, almost like she as if she was my diary.

My eyes were tired. My mind drifting off to the wondrous escape plans that would never play out. Where was he taking me? Where would I end up? I thought about every racing though in my mind. Was Liliana ok, safe?

I started to think of what will happen to me? Was I going to get killed? Something terrible was about to happen , I could tell. But I after about
an hour of trying to figure out where I was going, I fell asleep.