Along the pavement

Chapter 3:

"Wake up!!!!!!! Wake up or i'll shoot you!, I heard the black hooded guy say. I moaned.

"Five more minutes," I said while trying to get up, then I heard a gunshot. In an instant, I sprung up and shouted,"I'm awake!!!!"

"Your dad wants to see you now!!! He said he has to tell you something!!! He demanded you change your clothes and do all that crap then meet him at the java cafe!!! Get up!!" He shouted.

"Ok! Ok! Gee!! I'm up!!

I got off the floor and went outside to pee. I started thinking what my dad looked like since the last time I saw him. Beard? Fat? Nice? No way. Never in a million years. My mind wandered to the black hooded guy. Why was he nice to me when he kidnapped me? And why was I so curious to see what his face looked like?

So I zipped it up and went inside to change. As I was going in, I shouted, "Where am I gonna get clothes??"

There was no answer. I screamed as loud as I could.

"What?!?! Is there something wrong?!?!! He said in panic.

"No!!!" I said laughing. "I just needed your attention!! I was asking where am I supposed to find clothes!?"

"Oh that's why?? Ok follow me!!" He said as he led me to a door with a lot of locks. He opened all of them in the blink of an eye, and when I entered, I almost fainted at the sight.

It was a walk in closet, with all the dresses and designer clothes I could think of. Tommy Hilfiger, Juicy Couture, everything!!!!

"Where did u get all this?!!?" I asked.

"Well, your dad's a wealthy businessman, and he bought you all this!!" He replied in a happy tone.

Maybe my dads not so bad after all! I thought. I mean, he did buy me a whole closet with designer clothes and purses, just for me!! But maybe he'll treat me horribly when I get there. Speaking of which, where is his house, and how were we going to get there?

Oh we'll, i'll find out later.I picked up the closest thing i could find an put it on. I was ready. But what we were going there in was a 2014 mustang in blue!! Wow!! My dad must be filthy rich!! So we got there, and I saw a huge Victorian mansion. I'm not surprised! I though to myself.

We got out of the car and made our way to the door. I struggled trying to go up the steps to the door. What if something goes wrong? What if he changed? There only one way to find out.

I knocked on the door and a guy opened it. Definitely not my father!! He was extremely skinny with a square face. Breath in, breath out. I stepped into the house and prepared for something that could be dangerous....