Luna's Story

Chapter 5 The Kidnap (1)

I was walking down the street from the airport this morning after my friend from Georgia left for the funeral.

I got home and went upstairs to my bedroom. I jumped on my bed with a huge sigh and closed my eyes. No more than five minutes, I heard a huge banging sound on the front door, then the back then both a t the same time.

I shook back in fear. I wanted to shout for mom but it was to dangerous.

I sat in my room and figured it was just some stupid highschool boys bugging me. I hate being a high schooler. Always getting bugged. I wish I was back at elementary school or even middle school would work. My sister, Dawn and I were the best of friends, but now she's being such a pain.

We used to always play with my... Dad but when he went off to war in Pakistan everything changed.

After a while, the door was kicked down causing bolts to literally bounce off walls. Following those I heard a scream, and it sounded like my sister.

I tripped down the stairs rapidly but silently. I peeked around the edge looking straight at the kitchen knife slowly being picked up and thrown on the floor.

The second thing I heard was a muffled scream from my mom as two men held her back and one covered her mouth with a rag that was steaming hot with boiling water. I may have cried but I only cried silently.

Rage waved against the pit of my stomach. The guy that picked up the knife was 6ft tall with a red leather jacket with darker splatters of red.
You could tell he was the leader because of minions doing whatever he said. The following words made me gasp with fear and worry.

"I'm sorry, I'm truly sorry"

Wondering wear my sister was a huge buff guy walked in and I hid behind the edge of the wall, not taking a single breath I slouched against the wall.

Blood on his hands from cuts and bruises.

The tall man they called leader raised his hand and slapped him across they face causing him to merely fall backwards and break the floor boards.

"YOU LET HER ESCAPE!!??!!??"

The buff all muscle teared up in fear.

When I heard her quiet voice I ran out the door, letting the door creak behind me and when I heard the thumping behind me I knew I was being followed.