Protected (A Spencer Reid Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

Kelly's POV
I pulled my long blonde hair into a messy bun before putting my PJs on which was just a white tank-top and shorts.
I sat on my bed and looked at my phone.
New message from dad: I will be home late. Don't stay up too late.
I responded with an ok and laid down.
I stared at the ceiling thinking about my mom.
She died 5 years ago when I was 12, caused by schizophrenia which is a brain disorder that made her interpret reality abnormally.
It's crazy what your mind can make you do...
My dad and I were devastated. Unlike him, I kept up my good grades and kept doing the things I love. But him on the other hand went through 7 jobs in one year. 

I heard the front door open.
It was probably my dad.
I threw my covers over me and pretended to be asleep.
Then I heard him walk up the stairs.
He lifted the covers off my face and gave me a kiss on the forehead.
"Good night Kells." He whispered and left my room turning the light off as he left.
When I heard his door close I pulled out my phone and earbuds.
I plugged them in and turned on the song 'Take Your Time' by Sam Hunt.
As I was listening to the song and I closed my eyes.
Then I heard a door open.
"Maybe just dad going to the bathroom." I thought.
I just snuggled under my covers and listened to my country music.
All of a sudden I heard a gunshot. And it was loud.
I laid there frozen under my covers.
I waited about 5 minutes frozen until I decided to go see where my dad was.
I opened his door and it was pitch black.
I pulled my iPhone out and turned on the flashlight to see something horrifying. My father was shot in the chest and there was blood everywhere.
I can't even explain how much I am shaking. Then I dropped it.
I start to hyperventilate and panic. I picked up my phone and turned off the flashlight right before I see out of the corner of my eye a silhouette of a man appear in the doorway.
I stood there frozen like he wouldn't see me if I didn't move.
Just then he charged for me and picked me up.
I wiggled and squirmed as much as I could but it was useless.
I screamed for help as loud as I could.
"Shut up!" He yelled.
I kept screaming but it was when I saw the gun in his hand is when I stopped screaming.
He threw me in the trunk of his car.
"You don't make a peep and you don't get hurt." He said. I couldn't see his face because he had a mask and goggles on.
He closed the trunk.
Is this really happening? Am I getting kidnapped?
I just remembered. When I was in the room I had my light on my phone off. He doesn't know I have it.
I quickly pulled it out of my pocket and dialed 911.
"911 what is your emergency?"
"I'm in the trunk of a car!" I sobbed.
"Ok honey we are gonna transfer you to a dispatcher." The line went silent for a second. Then I heard a different voice.
"Hello, this is Emily Prentiss do you know where you are."
"I can't be far from..." Then the car I was in spun and was hit violently.
This action caused me to hit my head and that's when I passed out.