Trapped

Chapter 5

John (Kiera's Dad) POV
I finished clearing away our dishes and sat and waited for Kiera. It felt like she was gone for hours. It was dead quiet I could hear the wildlife and the trees swaying.

I sat a little while longer before deciding that I should go and look for her. I headed off in the direction I saw her leave in.
I was walking for around 10 minutes before I heard a deafening scream. I ran and looked around keeping alert.

"KIERA" I shouted and shouted hoping she would respond. I was running for another 10 minutes. I stopped shouting so that I could hear out for her incase she did respond. I heard a sound behind me.

"She's not yours." I heard a guy say before I could turn, I was hit in the back of the head. I got up onto my knees but I was kicked back down. I tried to get up again but failed, getting kicked back to the ground. He turned to grab a stick so I quickly focused all my strength on getting up. I groaned in pain, he swung the stick around trying to hit me in the head. I blocked it using my arm, but yelled out in pain. He hit me in the leg and my knees gave in and I fell on one knee. He took the opportunity to hit me in the head, creating a successful blow and I got knocked on the floor.

I was still awake and aware of what was happening to me. He was dragging me somewhere, but I didn't know where. It was evident he didn't want me dead yet, he had something else in store for me. I couldn't see very clear, my vision was blurry. I could only make out the colours and big objects like green trees and brown twigs/branches. I could feel the branches and twigs digging into my skin, creating cuts. I could feel the sharp pain shooting down my spine constantly.

I had lost all my strength trying to defend myself, my eyes constantly tried to close, I tried to fight to keep them open but my body just gave in.

Hundreds of questions where flowing through my mind, but one particular question kept popping up time and time again.
'She's not yours' who was he talking about. Was he talking about Kiera?

When I woke up I was tied to a chair and I saw her, tied to a chair on the other side of the room. The room looked tidy like he lived here, so I'm guessing he doesn't just kill people here for a hobby. The room was full of furniture with a fire place that was lit up by fresh fire. I couldn't see the man, he wasn't in the room. Kiera was sleeping, hopefully.

I called out her name but she failed to wake up. I heard his footsteps, as though he was coming back. I closed my eyes but opened them ever so slightly, so I could still see him. He walked towards Kiera and kneeled down. Stroking her cheek and pushing her hair behind her ear. My fatherly instinct was screaming at me to protect her, get him away from her, but I knew I couldn't. On one hand I'm tied to a chair, and on the other I couldn't make the situation worse by adding aggression. The man stood up and left again, he wasn't back for a couple of minutes so I focused on getting my hands free.  
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