Chains

Prologue

Prologue

"You're an idiot!" I screamed, hands searching the walls in desperation. "This is completely your fault"

I finally found the door handle and managed to interlock my fingers around it with a strong grip, yanking it back as hard as I could. Locked - of course. I sighed slamming a fist against the hard surface and the sound seemed to echo, making a show of how frustrated I actually was. "You don't have a bloody idea as to what's going on, do you?" I snapped.

I didn't have a clue what was going on either to be fair, but I wasn't the one who'd set about kidnapping an eighteen-year-old girl in the middle of the freaking night. All I did know is that we were stuck in some moving vehicle because of the stupid idiot that was stood next to me, giving me the silent treatment at completely the wrong time. I needed answers, and I needed them now.

Giving up on finding escape, I slumped down onto the cold, hard floor, glaring up at the figure as I did so. A stream of orange light passed the stranger's face and I quickly came to realise the shadow was in fact a he. He seemed to be around the same age as I was, perhaps a year older give or take a few years, which was unexpected. But still I found myself utterly loathing him just as much as I would any other person who'd supposedly try to kidnap me - naturally. I say try because he'd done anything but succeed.

"What kind of kidnapper are you?" I hissed, pulling my legs into myself as I rested my head back against the metal wall behind me. It felt cool, instantly calming the anger that was welling up inside, and for a blissful moment I was slowly drifting away from reality. That was, until he spoke.

"Would you shut up? I'm trying to think"

My eyes shot open and quickly found the boy's face in the dim light. It must have been quite late now, and we must have been in some sort of van because the stream of light that came in through the only back window came periodically. I remember it was fairly low light when I'd been taken, but now it must have been entirely shrouded and enveloped in darkness out there, with only the glowing streetlamps as any source of light.

That's probably what the almost rhythmic burst of light that came and went was, street lamps. They gave us a thread of hope every time they'd transpire, only to then quickly cut it loose, repeatedly, over and over both teasing and mocking us, because unlike them, we had no escape.

It did give me a good few seconds to see his face though, but even then I didn't see much. I did, however, manage to catch a glint of piercing blue eyes and their familiarity made me flinch.

"Could have done that before all of this happened" I muttered bitterly.

I seriously hated this guy, whoever he was. I didn't think it were possible to hate someone so much, someone you barely even knew for that matter. He was a complete stranger and I already despised him, though that partly may have been due to the fact that he did try to kidnap me... Again, tried.

I curled up into myself when he suddenly moved back; trying to make an obvious effort to create distance between us, but it was difficult to do so when we were confined to such a small space. He slid down against the wall and sat opposite me, his head in his hands and his arms resting upon his knees.

Good, I thought, I hope you feel awful. I didn't feel the least bit sorry for him. This was entirely his fault. He was the one who had taken me and he was the reason we were here now, in an impossible situation that had somehow become the absolute opposite.

I sighed heavily, trying to make sense of everything as I let the feel of the frigid metal seep into my skull, cooling and calming at the same time. My gaze drifted again to the back window; enclosed in the two doors they'd slammed shut behind us.

"Could you not just bust us out of here?" I asked in complete seriousness. "I mean you are a guy right?"

There was a long pause and never had silence rung so loud and clear to my ears. I sat awkwardly, watching his silhouette light up every now and again.

"Great," he finally muttered with a sigh. "I'm stuck with a blonde"

"Actually, I'm a brunette" I corrected.

But he was right; I wasn't exactly the brightest crayon in the box. However, I didn't need to be to know that this whole ridiculous and absolutely unheard of event was his entire fault. I couldn't reiterate that enough and wanted so badly for him to know it - but something told me he already did. I took another quick glance at the boy.

Although my insides were doing summersaults and all kinds of gymnastics, I found that my anger towards him seemed to cloak my fear of him. But the worrying thought that kept creeping its way back into my mind was for how long? How long would it stay this way? What would happen the moment I was no longer angry?

Quite frankly, I didn't want to dwell on the matter for too long nor did I want to find out anytime soon, so quickly shook the thought away. I mean I had just been kidnapped for crying out loud. I felt as though I should have been crying, kicking and screaming right now, but it's not like I could force out more tears and I didn't have the energy to scream more than I had done earlier. So, I settled for lecturing the boy. God, he was an idiot.

"Are you just going to sit there?"

"What do you want me to do, sing you a lullaby?" he said, his voice practically dripping sarcasm.

"No, what I want, is for you to get us out of here"

"I'm working on it," he said, "In case you hadn't noticed, we're stuck inside the back of a van"

I almost wanted to close the gap between us and just slap him there and then, he was that irritating. Of course I know we're stuck inside a van, you are the very reason we’re in this mess in the first place dimwit. I sighed heavily, not in the mood to just throw useless remarks at one another; words that wouldn't change anything - words that were taking up precious and valuable oxygen as far as I was concerned.

For the first time that night, as I closed my eyes in the tight, claustrophobic space, I began to feel what it meant to be exhausted. It really had been a long day. In fact, it had pretty much been the worst day of my life. I've heard many people say that phrase before, but not everyone can say they really meant it. There's having the worst day of your life, and then there's having the worst day of your life. And this was most definitely, by far, mine.

It had started off like any other day, as they all do I suppose, however, before the gravelled pavement I so solemnly walked upon that night came a chain of inevitable events that began to unreel. And so my world as I knew it was no longer the same.

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Hey lovely readers! So this is a new story I’m working on – let me know your thoughts on the prologue! I'll release chapter one soon and judging by the response I get on that I'll decide whether to upload the rest - I'll continue writing it regardless of the repsonse on here though ;)

This will also give me some time to work on it for a bit before I feel it’s ready to go up and continue to update as regularly as possible (no promises there but I’ll do my best ;) )

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