I walked to my locker at the end of the day and Justin was there waiting for me I opened my locker and set all my books in at the bottom then Justin closed it. I told him I had to go to the restroom, so he waited at my locker. I walked slowly and leisurely into to the bathroom and as I was there, I passed a closet.....
OUCH! Ow! Ow! Ow.......
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"Hush babe.....hush...it's okay...You're safe with me." A familiar husky voice whispered.
"WHO ARE YOU?!" Oh. My. Gosh. IT IS HIM??
"I'm your true love, baby."
"YOU ARE NOT JOHNY!" I started hitting and kicking in the direction of the voice.
"You better not hit me!!!!"
"OH MY GOSH! ITS YOU!!!"
"Baby....."
"GET AWAY NOW!!!"
"But baby..."
"LET ME GO!!! What're you doing?! TYING ME UP???"
"Babe...it's for your own good."
"NO IT IS NOT!"
He was tying me up...oh God......I felt a blindfold go over my eyes swifly. I tried to untie it but my hands were tied behind my back. He grabbed me by the shoulder and pushed me forward roughly, "Owwwww!"
"Shut up!"
He dragged me outside to what seemed to be a car, probably his black mustang, and was shoved into the seatless backseat area. He turned on the car, as I could hear the deep rumble of the engine and some music stated playing. It was bubblegum pop music, some Top 40 station. He turned it up real loud, it was so bad I just about cringed at the overly autotuned "singing" voices.
I attempted to scream and shout for help a few times,but it was just muffled.
"Don't even think about it." He muttered through gritted teeth. I was surprised I could hear him considering how loud that music was.
I thought about what was going on. He was kidnapping me!!! For what reason... I have no idea. But I really don't want to have to figure that out. I want to get as far away from here as I can. After failed tries at screaming, I started to sob. Violently my body was racked with my terrified cries.
"Shut up now or I will not hesistate to shoot you"
What if I couldn't get out of his grip? What then would happen to me? Would he kill me? Would people try to find me or not? What about Justin, or my parents, or Josh, or Jake...Or any of my friends? What about them? What about my sister...oh what would she do without me? Oh my gosh...WHAT IF HE KILLED ME??? I miss everyone already, just thinking of being away. I cried for what seemed like hours.. But I guess it wasn't. The car came to an abrupt halt. I heard the front door slam then some quick, heavy steps. Then I heard some voices whispering, obviously about me, then a "Goodbye, goodluck."
He opened the door and untied my blindfold, but not my hands. He smiled, a smile that made shivers go up my spine. I had to froce a smile even though I felt like I was about to heave and make a mess of my lunch today. He grabbed me then softly said,"I'm sorry" and walked me into a house. Well you couldn't really call it a house, it was more like a mansion. Real stone all in the front, massive cherry wood French doors, and when he led me in, granite floors. He locked the door with a special lock that obviousy had a code on the outside AND inside and untied my hands. I had blisters all around my wrists from where the rope had been and it hurt like heck.
"That looks like it hurts, baby, want some ice?"
'No. i'm fine."
"Well, I'll show you to your room."
MY room? He really IS kidnapping me.
He held my hand tightly, too tight, and dragged me up the large flight of stairs.
"Here you go."
Everything in the room was black. Walls, pillows, sheets, anything, you name it! The windows were even painted over in black. There was a balcony, which was hard to figure out, but I opened the doors and the spacious blacony had been caged in. It looked like a huge bird cage to me.
"Do you like it baby?"
"Ummm....yeah....sure, Brett,....I do?"
"Great. Now get dressed and ready for dinner. I love you beautiful." He tried to kiss my cheek and I attempted at slapping him. he grabbed my wrist and twisted it, sending a shooting pain up my arm. He's stronger than I thought.
