Taken

Chapter Three

Josh and I walked down the drive way, hand in hand. His cheeky smile could light up a room. That's why I fell in love with him.

He opened the door for me and I slid into his car. He got in and started driving.

"So," I started. "What are we going to have for dinner?" That's not what I wanted to ask, I wanted to ask if I could go back home. I had this feeling in my gut that something bad was going to happen to me.

"I made some spaghetti and meatballs, garlic bread and some red wine for my little lady." He said smiling at me.

I'm not your little lady.

"I'm not your little lady." I accidentally spit out. I immediately covered my mouth and muttered a "I'm sorry."

His face turned to immediate pain and I felt really bad. But it is true, he didn't have to go and cheat on me and lie about it. When I remembered all of that, I wanted to go home.

"Actually I have a stomach ach. Ca you take me back home?" I asked nervously. But he just kept driving. I was confused and a little scared.

"Josh. Can you take me back home please? I asked again. But I got the same answer. Nothing.

"Josh? Josh! Hello?! Drop me off now!" I yelled. He was being annoying.

"You should thought twice about that one." He said as I saw his large fist swing in front if me.

I was then surrounded by darkness.