Abduction

3 | wave back, it's polite

I've been sitting for about an hour now, nothing's changed except the shadows of the sun in the one small window across the room. The room was well spaced, bland and quiet. It was barely furnished, only a mattress and the chair, I was previously sitting on, were kept in the space.

After Harry left, it was quiet, leaving my thoughts to run free. My mind dozed off, before a grumbling noise from my stomach took over the silence.the last time I ate was last night and by the looks of it, I most likely won't be getting any food soon. I walk to the small window, looking out to see a clearing of grass connecting with a line of woods. Wherever Harry hid me was closed off from most of the world. The scenery out the window began to bore me, so I decided to sit down on the mattress in the corner of the room. The mattress looked old, but I was tired and desperate to get away from my bored thoughts. And so I laid my back down against the mattress, immediately feeling the springs bounce from my weight, hitting them so suddenly.

Why was I hear? I don't know. Will this man Harry hurt me? Most likely. How am I going to get away? No clue. My mind begins to realize what situation I'm in. A man has taken me and stored me in a old room... What the fûck. Now I can't sleep, my mind is whirling. I push up from the mattress to stand to my full height. My feet move to the door, until I am face to face with it. I reach out to the door knob, turning it. Locked. Of course it's locked, he's not that stupid. What can I use to open it? I ask myself, looking around the empty room. My hair clip. Yes, I have a hair clip in my hair from last night. I quickly pull it out and crouch down.

Before my dad left my mom and I, he showed me a few tricks up his sleeve, like picking a lock. My hand raises with the clip held, until I jam it into the lock, twisting slightly. Right as I twist it to the opposite side, I hear loud footsteps echoing against the hardwood.

Dämn it, I mentally scream. My now shaking hands pull the clip out of the door, the footsteps getting unbearably close to the door. I stand up and roll onto the mattress like a badãss. My lungs gasped for air as my breathing became heavy. I needed to calm myself down. Not a second passing by, a click of the lock alerts myself. In comes Harry, closing the door behind him. His eyes switch over to my body laying in an odd position across the bed. Feeling uncomfortable from his stare, I sit up.

"I heard some noise." He spoke out, his eyes blazing into mine.

I couldn't look into his eyes for long, so I decided to look at the ground for the remaining time. How could he hear me? I was barely making any kind of noise.

"I've been laying here the whole time." I lied, keeping my focus on the old wood floor. I hear a low chuckle. Harry stepped in front of me, catching my attention.

"Look at me" Harry demanded, though I couldn't. Something was holding me back. I know I was stubborn, but I just don't like it when people tell me what to do.

"Look at me now, Florence." He demanded, an angrier tone laced into his voice. he then crouched down to my sitting position and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up. his eyes were tinted a dark shade of green, while his face was flushed with anger. "You better watch that attitude of yours or you'll be limping tomorrow." Harry added on, as his hand tightened around my chin. Wincing at the new pain that pulled on my flesh, he smiled. He thankfully let go after a few seconds, before pushing himself back up from the ground. Moving himself towards the door, Harry looked back at me once more. "Good girl" he spoke out, a grin covering his face as he closed the door of the room, locking it seconds later.

Did he just say he would physically hurt me if I tried to do anything out of line? This is absurd, I defiantly need to get out of here. I look down to the pin that was held closely in my hand, this was my only hope. I had to try again, but not now when he's home. I will try again when I hear the front door close. Setting my mind on the clip and that lock, I became anxious.

I needed to sleep, that would help me. Sleep will clear my mind for a little bit. I lay my back down onto the bouncing mattress. Closing my eyes, I try to think about my mom. I wonder how her trip went, I wonder if she knows I'm gone. I sit there for a good ten minutes dwelling on questions that can't be answered, until sleep finally takes over me.

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I woke with a lump in my throat and an urge of hunger. I opened my eyes to darkness, I must have slept through the rest of the day into the night. I pushed my body up from the mattress, slowly walking over to the small window. I saw the moon, it was full. Maybe Harry was asleep, maybe this was my chance. If he was asleep, I wouldn't even have to wait until he left. I carefully tiptoed to the door, taking the clip that I put back in my hair out. Leaning down, I sat myself on the wood floor.

"I can do this." I whispered to myself, while my hands began shaking.

I held the clip in my hand, lowering it into the lock. I had to be much quieter this time, this time I had to get it right. Twisting the clip a few times, I hear the lock click lightly. It was that easy, I said to myself. Standing to my real height, I opened the door with ease. My face twisted in a scowl, as I heard the door creak. Taking my first step out of the room, I looked around my surroundings in the dim light, that radiated from the moon. It was hard to pin point, but I was sure I was standing in a hallway. It was all so unfamiliar. Tiptoeing to the end of the hallway, I find a staircase. I crept down the old steps successfully without much noise, before I found myself in some sort of living room. I tiptoed through the room, until I was met with the kitchen. My eyes drifted to the side to see a figure laying on a couch. It was him, Harry. He must have fallen asleep, he wouldn't just let me walk right past him, would he? My heart began to pound out of my chest, thinking about if he caught me. I needed to find the front door.

My eyes drifted to the side to see two large doors, this must be it. Walking carefully to the doors, I sleeply reach my hand out. Twisting the door knob ever so slightly, it opens. I pull it, the door making a creaking noise. Damn it. Why does the door have to be so loud? I don't open the door wider, as im too scared it would wake Harry. I push my body through the door and out into the cold air. I now had a beautiful view of the moon, it was so pretty. You need to stop looking at the damn moon and leave already. Yeah, I do. Looking around, I spot the tree line from afar. I could travel through the woods and it would be harder for him to find me. My feet began to move fast against the wet grass. My heart rate was unbearably fast while adrenaline pumped through my veins. Once I reached the trees, I stupidly looked back to see if he even noticed I was gone. Regretfully, there was a man I could spot on the house's front porch. It must have been him. The weird thing was he just stood there as I stood my ground as well. It felt like hours as we watched each other closely. Before a second thought raced through my brain, the figure rose his hand up, waving it slowly side to side towards me, and that's when I ran.

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QOTD: who should florence's model be?
MA: i put up that one girl from cinderella but idk

hi hello, i honestly don't care this chapter might be short because everyone i write is short, which makes them normal sized in my eyes. i hope everyone is liking it. i haven't posted in a while so i hope this makes up for all the time lost. don't forget to add this book to your bookshelf or whatever and heart it or something. don't be shy to comment anything, till next chapter!!!