Super Love

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

I touched my head quiet slowly because I could still feel the pain. I don't know how long I was knocked out for, but I could feel a massive headache approaching. I didn't want to open up my eyes because I was scared of what would appear in front of me.

I heard a lot of stories about people being abducting, but this couldn't be real. It couldn't be happening to me, and why? I slowly opened up my eyelids to see I was in an empty room. I was lucky I was on my own, but I knew it was a matter of time that someone would come in.

I looked around and observed the room, it was dark and plain. I lay on a queen sized bed with black sheets. There was a built in wardrobe, a study desk and a bin. Nothing about this room gave me any insight into the person that was holding me captive.

I slowly got my feet onto the cold tiles and looked down my body. I wasn't wearing my dress, but I was in a plain black long shirt. It was an over sized shirt because it was huge on me. I looked at my bare legs and could see goosebumps forming. I slowly rose up and walked to the window. I could see that I was high up, in an apartment. I couldn't tell were though because I could only see apartments everywhere.

I turned to door and fought with myself on whether I should open it. "Ayana don't be stupid, let the people think your still asleep," my conscious was telling me. I wanted to know why I was here and why they would do this. If it was for money my dad had plenty and would pay anything to have me back.

I was going to find out why and order them to take me bag home. I hesitated for before I opened the door. I began to sweat as I turned the door knob, but to my like it was locked. I turned around and leaned on the door, what was I to do now. I was petrified, what will parents be doing. I hope my mother isn't crying and my dad. Oh no! My dad would ne devastated, his little girl. Gone! His going to blame himself, everyone's going to blame him now that I was on my way to pick him up.

My eyes started stinging because I could feel tears forming. I wanted to be strong and fight the tears. I didn't want the people that took me to see as weak. I wanted to show them that this isn't what people do, just kind-nap them.

I could hear a faint noise but I didn't know whether it was a television, radio or a person. I tried to listen in very carefully, but it was just to soft. That's when I heard a door slam and a few voices appear. At that point my heart was pounding out of my chest, I knew they were headed for the room. So I hid behind the door so that I would get a good look at the kidnapper.

"Get any information off of her, and don't mention me," a man on the other side said. I couldn't recognise the voice, well clearly since look at the state I was in. Two men walked in and looked around to see were I had gone, but they had straight away realised I was behind the door.

"Don't be scared, if you cooperate will let you go," one man said. He looked dangerous, his arm was full of tattoos. They both did, it must have been a brother or gang requirement because they both had similar designs. Mohammed and the other boys I had met when I had first met when I was lost also had them. Mohammed's wasn't as detailed and he didn't have them on his arms.

"Please, I don't know anything I can help you with. Please let me just call my mum, she'll be worried about me," I spoke out, I realised my voice was shaky. I was trying to put a front of being brave and not scared.

"How do you know Ahmed?" The other man asked. "I don't know him personally."