Kidnapped by My Bully

chapter 3

Brooklyn...

I woke up with a killer headache. I looked around unfamiliar room startled I jump up off the bed forgetting about the headache.

"Where the hell am I?"

I ran down the stairs next to the bed trying to open the door, but it was locked with a passcode. I tried to break the glass door but it seemed like it was made out of some kind of thick maybe bulletproof glass. I ran into what looked to be a miniature kitchen to look for some other way to get out when I suddenly I hear the beeping of the door being unlocked, grab a pan in one of the cabinet and hide in a storage closet and listen to the footsteps walking upstairs. After a few seconds of shuffling around up there the person starts yelling my name telling me to stop hiding. The person is a man but he sounds so familiar I just can't place it. My head is now seriously pounding and scared out my mind. I had so many questions running through my head as tears slowly rolled down my face. Through slightly blurred eyesight I saw a shadow stand in front of the door.

" Are you in here Brook", the person said in a playful tone when I finally realize who it is, oh my goodness its Ryan, but why?
The door quickly flew open and I swung the pan hitting him in the face. He fell back hitting the side of his head on the counter behind him knocking him unconscious. I run to the front door feeling extremely lucky that the door was still slightly opened. I pull it opened only seeing trees and a big house, I ran the pass the house, his truck, and all the way to end of the mile long driveway only to see more trees further than the eye can see. I ran next to the tree line along the road side.

I must have been moving for hours taking a little break at a time. I was taking another little break when in the distance further in the woods I could possibly here running water. I decided that since it was getting really hot and I had been feeling really dehydrated. I was heading to the water when I heard dog barking in the distance I was so scared and I took off running when I ran into the last person I would want to be found by.