Short stories by CLUELESSDREAMS

Kidnapped

I woke up in a dark room. I tried to move but my hands are tied up behind the chair that I'm sitting on. The feeling of fear swell up in my chest and I tried to scream as I panicked.

Where am I?

A bright light shone from the ceiling and my eyes twitched as they adjusted to the brightness.

A bulky man with broad shoulders entered the room. I looked up and was intimidated by his two coloured eyes. His right eye was the brown colour while his left was of green.

I got even more scared as he laughed. It was an evil laugh - almost as if he was mocking me.

I looked at him pleadingly, hoping that he got the message that I was trying to tell him to let me go. If only we can read each other's mind than it would be a lot easier.

He knelt down so that he was at eye level with me and gave me a pity look before punching me on my ribs. Tears were forming in my eyes but he didn't stop there.

He stood up and yanked my hair as he slapped me continuously.

I was drifting off to oblivion when he punched my right eye. The last thing I saw was him leaving the room and slamming the door.

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"What do you want from me?" I asked the two coloured eye man as he was staring at me.

He smirked. "Your money."

I should have known that someone have been following me. I shrugged the feeling off, saying that it was just a coincidence that there could be a lot of black cars with tinted windows.

How can I be so stupid? None of this would have happened if I had told my father about the car. He would protect me, he always does.

My parents must be worried sick about me. If only there was a way to communicate with them to tell them of my whereabouts.

Who am I kidding! I don't even know where I am!

It isn't shocking that this man had kidnapped a multimillionaire daughter for money. My father doesn't really care about his money, he cares more of his families. And I respect him for that. I always have and I always will.

I was too weak to move. I hadn't eaten for days. I have lost hope of salvation a long time ago. If this is how I'm going to die, let it be.

One of the men carried me away from that depressing room and for the first time in forever, I saw the sky - that beautiful sky, which I have always admired in the back garden of our house.

But now, it was just a sky. Like everything else, a tree was just a tree and mountains were just mountains.

The man placed me on the back seat of the car and drove off.

I was being carried again and it was so hard to stay conscious. I opened my eyes and I was shocked - shocked would be an understatement. I was overwhelmed.

My house, my home stood in front of me.

The man helped me stand up. Suddenly, the front door of the house were opened and there stood my parents and like I had predicted, they were worried sick.

I tried to run to them but I had no energy left for me to run nor even walk. My father ran down the steps and was smiling widely.

He was halfway there when suddenly, my mother started to scream and I felt pain in my chest.

I had never felt this kind of pain before. I looked down and I realized, I was shot.

I fell down and started to breathe heavily.

Now this was how I was going to die.