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Aria's POV
The mysterious person pushed down a little harder with the cold item, making me shut up. I tried to stay calm but how does someone stay calm in this situation? I could feel the persons face in my hair, which gave me chills down my spine. "Please let me go." I whispered. The stranger smacked their lips and answered me in a deep voice, "Hasn't anyone ever taught you not to leave the door open?"
CRAP! There I was complaining about Tyler leaving the door unlocked and I leave the door completely open. Who breaks into a house in the middle of the day anyways? I slowly lifted my foot and swung backwards, kicking him where it hurts. Bad move. The item I now know is a knife, pushed harder into my throat.
I let out a scream but immeaditily stopped.
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Tyler's POV
I sat on my bed and continued to drink. Aria knocked on the door one last time, screaming at me. I just ignored her. Why did she even come here? I want to be alone. A few seconds after I heard her quietly walk away, I turned the music down a little.
Suddenly Aria screamed. I rolled my eyes, typical Aria. "Very funny, Aria. I'm still not leaving this room." I didn't hear anything else. I guess that means she heard me. It's not like Aria to drag on with something. I heard another scream but it was cut short. This time I got up and put the alcohol down.
Turning my radio off, I headed towards the door and opened it. "Aria? I'm out of the room now, you can stop." I heard a dragging sound. Somethings not right. Aria would've stopped by now. I walked down the stairs and looked around. The front door was wide open. I walked over to the door and peeked out then shut it, making sure it was locked.
The dragging sound was back, followed by a sigh and a sniff. "Aria?" I followed the noise which lead me to the backdoor. There was a trail of blood. I quickly ran outside and saw some guy putting Aria in a black SUV.
Aria had a cut on her throat, not deep enough to kill her, thank god. I also noticed her leg bleeding. Aria made eye contact with me and mouthed, "Run." The guy had saw her do this and turned to look at me. Steven. What the hell? Steven walked towards me. I took a few steps towards him and punched him. "Aria, call my dad." I looked back at Steven and started punching him. I don't exactly know why, but in my eyes... Steven was a suspect of Kaya's disappearence.
"Where's Kaya, you bastard?" I kept punching him. Then all of a sudden it's like he gained super strength. He pushed me off of him, making me fly a few feet over. Then he got up and kicked me. "You're pathetic." He sneered, spitting on me. Then he pulled out a gun. Shit! The last thing I heard after the gun shot, was a scream and a chuckle. Then everything went black.
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Kaya's POV
I woke up screaming. I didn't have a nightmare. I woke up with a horrible pain in my side. I started crying because of the pain. "What the hell happened?" I heard Joey said as he came downstairs. He glared at Paul then looked at me, "Are you alright, love?" Ugh! Shut the hell up! I just ignored him, hoping he would go away. Instead, he grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him.
"Kaya, what happened?" He looked at Paul, "What happened?" Paul shrugged, "I don't know. She was asleep and just woke up screaming. Joey looked at me and whispered, "What's wrong, love?"
I groaned, "Stop calling me that! Get the hell away from me!" Joey's eyes changed to fire. He grabbed my hand. "Don't touch me!" I yelled ripping my hand away from him. "I hate you."
Joey slapped me, "Listen bitch!-" I blocked him out. He just hit me. I've enough of this. I'm going to get out of here somehow. Suddenly, it's like my hand got a mind of it's own. I reached up and punched Joey in the face. He turned his head to look back at me, his eyes cold. "You shouldn't've done that." He pulled me by my hair back into the room we were in before.
Please, God, help me.
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