Kidnapped runaway

                                          Chapter one

"It doesnt matter!" I shout at my mother, who was concerned about the scars on my arm. Which been there for so long.

"Yes it does matter Lanie i love you, i really do honey and i just want to make sure you are okay?" Tears formed in my eye's.

"No you dont, you've never loved me or cared about me, you have no heart." I feel pain in the side of my face as she slaps me.

"That's no way to talk to your mother." She yelled at me.

I used to cry when my mother hit me or yelled at me, or even when she pretended to love me. But not anymore, never again will i shed a tear for her.

I could hear her yelling my name as i turned around and walked out the front door. I didnt get my clothes or anything just grabbed my keys and left in my car.

Yes i have a car, not the best one but it still works. I got it myself, paid for it and everything. With the money i got from my job i hate so much.

I work at a crappy restaurant in town. I hate everything about my job, especially my boss, who keeps trying to get me in bed, even though im seventeen and he's like fifty.

I parked my car in a empty parking lot near the highway. It was close to one in the morning and i had no clue where i was. I think i took a wrong turn some where.

Sighing, i lay my head on the steeling wheel. This is what i get for running away, for having a cruel life.

There was a tap on my window and i looked up, shocked to see a man standing there.

To scared to do anything, i sat frozen staring at him. He had black shades on that covered his eyes, not knowing why since it was night time. He wore a black hoodie, covering his dark hair. He didnt seem any older than thirty.

He taps on the window again snapping me out of my thoughts. The window didnt go down on my car so i slowley open the door, letting the cold from the night freeze my face.

"Yess, can I help you.." I stutter, my hands starting to shake. I didnt know why i was so scared, there was just something about him that freaked me out. It reminded me so much of my father.

"Yes you can, see I've been needing a ride..."

I interrupt him, "Im sorry sir but i should be going." I start to pull the door close, not meaning to be rude, but he stops it.

"Now that's not nice, there's room for me now scoot over." I started screaming, and he grabbed my arm forcing me in the passenger seat.

I try opening the door as he got in, but it was jammed shut. Tears fell down my face as he started to drive.

"Oh stop crying, I just want a fucking ride!" He yelled, making my body shake even more.

I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down but i couldnt. I heard him mumble something i couldnt understand. Leaning over with one hand grabbing the back of my head, slamming my face into the dashboard. Everything went blury, before i passed out.

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