Captured

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(My cuz and I!!{ her-left, me-right}she'll be in the story later)
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     When I woke up, it was dark. I tried sitting up, but it wasn't working. I tried moving my hands to help me sit up, but I couldn't. They were tied behind my back.
     I finally got my hands to help me sit up. I don't know how bit I did. As I tried to sit up, though, I hit my head on the ceiling. As I started moving, I figured out I was in the trunk of a car.
So he kidnaps me, then puts me in the trunk if his car. Can't he at least put me in the backseat!
I was thinking of a strategy of how I was gonna get out of the trunk when I'm jerked forward.
He must have stopped, I think. Why would he stop? I didn't even feel a turn to signal we were pulling in somewhere.
I sat there for a little bit and I didn't hear anything.
Did he get out? I ask myself. Of course not there wasn't even a door slam, my conscience tells me.
Oh my gosh! I've been in this trunk for about 10 minutes and I'm already turning crazy.
Suddenly, I hear a door slam. I can hear feet shuffling outside. I can also here the sound of keys, then the trunk comes a jar. I look up and see him standing there. I can't really see his face, though.
"You okay princess? I heard a thunk sound when I stopped," he said
"Yeah," I said coldly," I'm fine." He sat there staring at me for a second.
"Are you gonna help me out or just stand there?" I asked getting irritated.
"I was getting to it!" He yelled at me. He started to pick me up but then stopped."Oh, and, by the way, if you don't stop talking to me like that I wouldn't hesitate to leave you in the car all night," he said, them gave an innocent smile as if he's done nothing wrong.
I shut up after that and let him pick me up. I may not like him, but I am not sleeping outside.
He carries me up to the porch and somehow unlocks the door with me in his hands. It was really quiet and dark in his house and outside. I hate the quiet... And the dark.
He carries me up to a room. When we get up there, he sets me on the bed. He's about to walk out but I stop him.
"Wait!" I yell.
He turns around, "Yes?"
"Can I at least be untied, instead of having my hands behind my back?" Playing innocent comes naturally to me, even though I've never done anything bad.
He hesitates. He pulls out a pocket knife and walks toward me. I know he's gonna cut the ropes, well at least I hope, but it still scares me. When he gets to me, he cuts the ropes.
     Well, I thought, obviously, what else is he gonna do cut my head off?!
     When he's done he walks toward the door. Right before he walks out, he looks back and stares at me.
I've honestly never actually looked at his face before, but I did when he stared at me. He had blue eyes and brown hair. His hair was side swept, but it wasn't covering his whole forehead. He had this necklace around his neck. He was tan. Well, tanner than I am.
He sees that I'm staring and he smirks. He walks out and closes the door. I sit there stunned for a minute. He was so cute, and that smirk made him look so ho-
What am I saying? He kidnapped me! I shouldn't be thinking this. I just can't stop my self, though. He's just so cute. Oh who am I kidding? He's HOT!
Something's wrong with me. I've never thought that a guy was hot. Not even cute. Ever. And now... I don't know what's wrong with me.
Then I snap out of it.
     I need to find a way to escape, I think.
I think back to my phone and search for it. It's not in my pockets. And that's the only place I put it I don't have a purse or a ba-
My bag! It has to be in there. Now where is it? It's probably in his car. He chloroformed me so I'm not gonna know what happened to my clothes or my phone and what I had in there.
Ok, can't use my phone. Next decision. Door. That probably should've been my first decision. I go to it and try to open it. Locked. Yeah, that's what I thought.
Next choice. Window. I go to it and look out of it. It looked about two stories high, but I'll try anything. I try to open it but it's locked.
     Well, he just thought this out didn't he? I think.
Last decision. I'm gonna have to wait until he trusts me enough to escape.
I go and sit on the bed. It was actually quite beautiful. It was a light blue. Not like sky blue, but light. Kinda like turquoise, maybe. I look around and see that the whole room is in that color. The body length mirror is turquoise, -or a teal whichever one is lighter, I actually think teal is-the lamp shade is, the walls are, even the chair at the desk is. The only things that aren't that color is the dresser, the desk, the doors, and the carpet. The desk and the dresser are wood, obviously, the doors are white along with the carpet. It's just so beautiful.
As I'm sitting there admiring the room, I get a little tired. I lay down, but I fight sleep. I don't want to go to sleep knowing that there is a guy in the house. I never knew my dad because he left before I was born; so it's always just been my mom and I.
I begin to doze off, but keep fighting it. I am determined to stay awake. I continue to fight sleep but soon give up. I'm to tired to fight it, so I soon fall into a deep sleep.