The Cage

Chapter One - When the Storm Hits

"Come on 15 more minutes before I get out of here" I stated. After the dreadful clock went slower then usual, I got out of Hillside High. Time for softball. I go straight to the first floor bathroom; just like I do every day along with another 7 girls. I put my stone bags against the light-blue colored wall; got my shirt, pants, and socks, and headed into a stall.

"Eww, a bug!" I hear my friend Morgan screech. The bug was as big as the home button on an Apple phone, black, and oddly hairy. I didn't want to touch it so I decided to leave that work up to my cleats. "That is disgusting!" Morgan screamed after I killed it. I went back to my stall and got changed. After that I needed to stretch, and start to have a catch with someone. Immediately, I went to my friend Catelynn. She always is my partner at sports.

As we practiced, I noticed a rusty, red, old truck. It was watching the practice the whole time! But it looked familiar; where did I see it before? My house! It was in front of my house. Why was it there? Do I have a stalker?! "Brooke watch out!" Morgan screamed. All I saw was the bright neon green coming at my face. Bam! The ball hit me square in the nose.

"I think I need to go home." I stated, thinking that I was going to go to the hospital. I grabbed my stuff, that seemed heavier than before, and left softball practice tripping over my own two feet. I saw my house which was a rancher, that now looked like an apartment building.

Then, a man pulled up, he looked like he was driving the same car that was following me the past few days. It couldn't be, this man had the sweetest voice, "Hey hun, you want a ride back to your place, I think you need one." He said chuckling a little.

"No thanks it is only a little bit more of a walk, probably 1 minute. I think I'll make it." Stating with a little bit of a worry in my heart. What if this man was the guy in that old truck? What if he wants to hurt me? I'm going to die! He reached out and grabbed my arm with the tightest grip imaginal. It was like when you take your blood pressure, that thing that squeezes your arm off. He threw me in his car. "Why are you doing this what did I do to you? Please. I don't deserve this I have a family, friends, a boyfriend! Please. Let me go!"

"Never, you are mine. No one is going to find you. Mine, mine." he giggled after that. Why was he doing this to me? What did I do to become his property? "Brooke Tyler, age 15, 126 pounds, blue eyes, and brown hair." He stated.

How did he know all my information? Then I took a notice on what he was wearing, a nurses uniform. Why? I was in the hospital a month ago because I needed to see if I had a concussion. Did he care for me? I can't remember. I think I'm just gonna---
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Did you like it? It was my first chapter I've ever written. I think it was a little bit to short. I don't know let's see what happens in the next chapter...