Sabrina ; The next generation

13

Warning: kidnapping

My first night back from the hospital, I was sleeping peacefully until I woke up to the sound of the floor creaking.

I rubbed my face with one hand before propping myself up on my elbows.

My hair fell in my face so I ran a hand through it to push it back.

My room was dark. It was the middle of the night, and something felt off.

I sat up completely, looking around and then my eyes landed on a dark figure standing at the end of my bed.

My eyes widened and my heart stopped.

He jumped at me and I gasped before he was on top of me, pressing a hand over my mouth and nose, making it impossible for me to breathe.

He was wearing a hoodie and the hood covered his hair, but now that he was on top of me, I could see his face.

"Shhh." He hushed as I kept kicking with my legs, screaming against his glove-covered hand. "You're just going to take a little nap, yeah? It won't hurt."

He grabbed a cloth from my nightstand and replaced his hand with it. I knew what it was the same moment it was pressed against my mouth and nose.

I could do nothing but inhale the chemical, but I tried to fight it as long as I could.

His eyes dug into mine while I kicked my legs and clawed at his arms to try and get him off of me.

Nothing went through my mind, other than having to fight him. Every instinct of my body was alive.

I was terrified.

My head started feeling foggy and my eyelids grew heavy, but I was still fighting it. I didn't know how long he had been on top of me or how long he had been forcing me to inhale the chemical.

At last, I grew tired of fighting. My body went limp and I saw him smirk just before my eyes shut.

-

Gasping, I sat up. In the panic of what I remembered, I looked around, gasping for air, crying.

My surroundings had changed.

I was no longer in my cosy and comfortable bedroom under my parents roof.

I was in a room. I was on a bed. It was a nice bed. My ankle was chained to the bed and I couldn't move without tugging at the chain.

A nightstand stood next to the bed and a few books laid on it, as well as some sort of flower.

There was a window in the wall, and I could see the blue sky.

It was daytime.

I continued to study my surroundings. The floor was carpeted. It was a grey carpet, and it looked soft.

The walls were white.

There was a bookshelf against the wall at the end of the bed and a wardrobe on the opposite wall.

I had no idea where I was, and no idea what to do. I was wearing the same thing as when I was attacked.

An oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts. The shorts belonged to Naomi.

I tried to pull at the chain, continuing to cry as I did so. I pulled as hard as I could, crying and sobbing hysterically.

I screamed from the top of my lungs, and the scream was soon replaced with even more sobbing.

I heard what sounded like a floor creaking, and then there came sounds from the other side of the door.

I quickly moved to the corner of the bed, staring at the wall in fright. My one leg was stretched out. I couldn't bend it because the chain wasn't long enough, but my other leg was bent at the knee and I hugged it to my chest.

Multiple locks on the door unlocked, and then the door was pushed opened.

My eyes widened when I saw the man walk through. It wasn't the same man as the one who attacked me, but it was still someone I recognised.

He was carrying a tray of food, and walked over to the bed.

He pushed the books on the nightstand aside, before putting the tray down while sitting on the edge of the bed.

Then he looked at me, and offered a smile.

"How did you sleep?"

I didn't answer. I stared at him, trying to wrap my head around this entire situation.

He had an accent. An accent I recognised from the first time I met him in my dads shop.

This was my biological father.

Emmanuel.

"Felicia..." he said, reaching out to brush hair out of my face.

"My name is Sabrina." I said in a whisper.

"They changed your name, yes. But you will always be Felicia to me." He said, smiling at me. "You must be so confused."

I stared at him, recognising more and more of my features in his face.

"This is my home." He said, opening his arms. "And this will be your bedroom."

He reached for the bowl on the trey. It contained some kind of food that looked like old yoghurt and on the plate where the bowl stood, there was bread.

"This is corn meal porridge and some bean cake." He told me. "Eat. You need food."

I didn't take it. I just stared at him without saying anything and without moving a muscle.

"Felicia—"

"My name is Sabrina!" I yelled and he just stared at me.

Then he sighed and put the food back down before standing up.

"Would you like some air?" He asked, walking over to open the window.

Then he walked over to the bed and leaned over to undo the chain that was wrapped around my ankle.

"I can only imagine it will get a little lonely to lie in bed all day." He said. "You're free to move around your bedroom, and your own private bathroom."

He pointed to a door.

"But I will lock the door to the hallway, and the window can't open more than it already is."

I pulled my leg up, watching him as he walked to the door. He turned around and looked at me, offering a smile.

"Eat. You need it."

He shut the door and I heard every lock being locked again.

Then I rushed off the bed, almost throwing myself at the window to try and open it more, but it could only open enough for fresh air to get in.

I was breathing heavily, pulling at the window until my hand slipped and I fell back, landing on my arse.

I groaned, rolling onto my side. I banged my head against the floor and just laid there got a moment.

Then I got up again and walked over to the window.

Where the hell am I?

The streets were full of people, and behind the streets, were the beach and the ocean.

I banged my fists against the window.

"Help!" I screamed, trying to attract the attention of someone. "Help!"

No one seemed to react. I was so high up. It was obviously a flat and this had to be one of the top floors.

I kept screaming for help but eventually, my throat got sore and then I rushed into the bathroom to see if there was anything I could use.

I opened the cupboards, and looked behind the toilet. I looked under stuff and over stuff and I felt myself panic more and more the longer I spent looking for absolutely nothing.

"Fuck!" I screamed, walking over to the sink. I looked at myself in the mirror.

I looked terrible, but I felt even worse.

I had been kidnapped.

My parents were probably out of their fucking minds right now.

"Fuck." I cried, throwing my head back before the anger rose again, and then I smashed my hand into the mirror.