Sabrina has had a good life. Growing up with an amazing family, she has nothing to worry about. That changes when she gets kidnapped but they just so happened to kidnap the wrong girl. She's supposed to be let free but is that still possible when th...
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Thump... Thump.... Thump...
I squint my eyes open after hearing a thumping sound coming from the side of my bed. I reach over to the side, grabbing my baseball bat. Hey, you can never be too careful.
I slowly creep onto my knees trying to be as quiet as possible. I dive to the edge of my bed, slamming my bat down on something hard.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, Sabrina?" my older brother groans out, struggling to stand up while rubbing his head.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, Jacob. What are you doing in here at seven a.m. making noises," I holler at him setting my bat back down in its usual spot. I make sure to keep it close by in case of intruders.
I flip my bedside lamp on, squinting as the bright light hits my eyes.
"One, I was trying to scare you. Two, your ass is going to be late for work," he crosses his arms with a know it all look.
I quickly look at my phone and freeze. Damn it, I've already been late twice. My boss says if it happens again I'll be fired and I cannot afford that. I quickly hop out of bed, tripping over my cover and face planting onto the floor. My brother doubles over in fit of laughter and all I can do is glare at him.
I swipe my leg out, causing him to fall face first into the door with a thud. His forehead bump from my bat is even bigger and I burst out laughing.
Before he can gather himself, I'm out the door with my uniform and into the bathroom locking it. Jacob starts banging on the door, but I ignore him getting in the shower trying to clean myself as fast as I can.
"I'm gonna get you back, Sabrina. Just you wait," he says before I hear him stomp off like a child.
I quickly finish my shower, hopping out to do the basic necessities. Once I'm done, I run into my room grabbing my phone and bag. Once I've got that, I dash into the kitchen where I stop dead in my tracks.
On a bar stool, Jacob is sitting there eating the last slice of pizza from last night. That bitch is gonna get it. I don't realize I'm running towards him until I tackle him right off the bar stool onto the ground.
I put him in a choke hold, and he starts grunting and squirming trying to get out of my hold.
"I was saving that slice for this morning, you pig," I say squeezing him by the neck tighter.
