Taken

Emma POV

I am super pissed right now. I can't believe that Daniel cheated on me... well actually I can, but still. And to think he cheated on me with Courtney Collins. That makes the whole situation so much worse. No more seconds chances for that f***boy.

After I saw Daniel and Courtney I ran down the hall. I had to get away from that stupid party. I planned on running out the front door, but there were people making out right in front of it. I didn't want everybody to see me crying. I care so much about how I look. So I ran as fast as I could to the bathroom.

The second I felt the door, I pushed it open and ran inside to the safety of the bathroom. Everything was a bit hard to make out because my vision was blurred due to my sobbing. I crashed onto the floor and sobbed with my back propped up against the wall. I couldn't believe that all this was happening.

It had only been like five minutes since I saw Daniel, my boyfriend making out with Courtney Collins. My friends told me to watch out for Daniel. I should've listened and I shouldn't have been so hard headed, but it's too late now. What's done is done.

I had been sobbing for what seemed like forever when all of a sudden I heard a knock on the door. Within a second I placed the voice with the person. It was that bastard Daniel. He asked me to come out and he apologized and begged. I was done putting up with him.

I threw the door open and secretly hoped it would hit Daniel. I ran out the front door as fast as I could to get away from him. I slammed the door closed as I ran through it. Hoping it would buy me some time and possibly hit that f***boy.

He kept calling out my name. But I was done listening. I kept walking, hoping that he would take the hint and leave me alone. Was it too much to ask to just be alone? He was the last person I wanted to comfort me.

I thought I had finally gotten away from him But then I felt something grip my arm. Of course it was Daniel, without even turning around, I knew. He pleaded with me to let him drive me home. He said that I was drunk and that he wasn't going to let me go home without him driving me.

I shrugged his words off. After all his words were just extra weight that I didn't need to be carrying on my shoulders. He ran in front of me and tried to block me from walking. I couldn't take it anymore.

My anger and frustration was starting to get out of control. I felt my hand stinging. I took a second to assess the situation and it turns out that I had punched Daniel. I didn't even think about it, it just happened. I felt rather proud of myself though. The sense of pleasure was planted fresh inside of me.

I was walking to my car, keys in hand. When all of a sudden I felt something being yanked out of my hand. I turned to face Daniel and saw him running off to my car with my keys. He got in my car, started it and drove away. Speeding down the street and out of sight. I sat down on the curb as an act of defeat.

I heard a car drive up to where I was. It was Daniel, driving my car like it was his. He didn't stop right in front of me but he slowed down. The car was barely moving, but it was going fast enough that I had to speed walk to keep beside it.

Daniel begged one last time for me to get in the car and to let him drive me home. I said no for the last time and I may have called him a few choice words. I set off on my way home. I could tell he was following me.

I kept walking, acting as if I didn't notice Daniel following close behind me. I didn't turn around. I didn't even glance back once. I crossed the street and I couldn't hear the car anymore.

I guessed that Daniel had gotten stuck at a red light or a stop sign or something. I was so glad he wasn't following me. He's treating me like a kid. I'm capable of walking home alone...without a chaperone.

I passed the tree line near my house. My house had just come into view. I closed my eyes and let out a quick yawn. By the time I opened my eyes there was a van swerving near me.

I ran to the sidewalk so I wouldn't get run over. I kept walking to my house. The van started following me. I quickened my pace a bit. I could hear the van speed up. I turned and it was right beside me. The door swung open and within a few seconds I could feel myself getting dragged into the van.

I tripped into the wall and I could feel hands on me. Holding me back and restraining any movement. I felt a cool rag on my face and then I felt myself get woozy. My eyelids grew heavy and then before I knew it, I was out cold.