A/N this chapter is dedicated to........ juditminlorman !
I walked out to the car with Brian and sat down in the passenger's seat and while Brian sat in the driver's seat. I leaned on his shoulder and smiled. "I feel safe with you," I said.
"Good," Brian replied. He kissed my forehead and leaned back at his seat. "Let's go to my house before we go to your house. I need to grab something before we go."
"Okay, we can go to my house, and yes you can pick something up," I laughed, "A little eager with plans, are we?"
"A little," he grinned. He powered on the engine and pulled out of the driveway. He drove down the little road and onto the main one.
"So, what do you want to do when we get to my house?" I asked.
"What do you want to do?" He asked in reply.
"Hang out," I suggested, "Talk."
"Sounds good," he smiled. He kissed my cheek and turned his head back to the road. We drove in silence to his house. When we got there, he got out, but when I got up to follow him, he stopped me. "Wait here, I'll only be a minute."
"Okay," I replied, "Hurry back!" I leaned back in my seat and waited for a minute and he wasn't back yet. I heard somebody entering the car, but I didn't look over at them. "Thank goodness you're back," I said. I glanced up and didn't see Brian. I saw a person in a black hoodie that covered his face and black pants. "Dude, I think you're in the wrong car," I said, trying to help him out.
"No, I'm in the right car," he, well, I'm assuming it's a he, said. The voice sounded familiar.
"You aren't Brian so-" I was cut off by him holding a knife to my neck. "Now, let's calm down," I said.
"No can do," he said, "You're coming with me." He slammed the butt of the knife against my head, causing me to black out, but before I was unconscious, I heard somebody screech, "Sarah!" But it sounded like the person was right there. Then, I truly blacked out. I had been kidnapped, like Henry and Kayla.
A/N I'm sorry:P
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