Taken

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I woke up to the slam of the front door. "Rachel?" I heard my mom call.
I get up and walk to the foot of the stairs. "Right here." I call back to her. I find her in the kitchen.
"Just making sure you were okay." Mom said.
"Okay," I reply and smile. "Is it okay if I take my bike out?" I ask.
"Just be carefull." She said and dismissed me with a flick of we hand.
I run outside and grab my bike. I push it up the drive way and get in and pedal as fast as I can.
I stop when a van pull up next to me. I pedal a bit faster but get cut off when the van spins around to block my way. 2 men come out of the vehicle. One of them is really tall and has a scar raking from his eye down to his lip. He yanks me off the bike. The other, not as tall and wearing a hood that covers his face, holds a hand over my mouth. I try to pull away but their grips are to strong. Another man who was short and just as brutal looking as the taller one comes out and grabs my bike.
He stuffs it into the back of the van. The man restraining me takes me and pushes me in after my bike. I try to scream but I only get a door shoved into face.
The men enter the van and take their seat. I hear the click of the door lock. The man with the scar turns around and smiles at me evilly. I turn away and try not to cry.
'Think,' I tell myself. 'There are to many to fight. I might be able to run but no doubt they are faster than me.' I wipe a tear that streams down my cheek.
Suddenly I remember my phone. I reach into my pocket. My hand comes out with nothing. I check all my pockets; jacket pockets, back pockets, front pockets.
Nothing.
The van stop and the man driving steps out of the car. The doors click again and the man with the hood on claps his hand around my mouth and pulls me out of the car. He pushes me into the house. One of his friends lock the door behind him. The hooded man holding me throws me down in a dark room and leaves, locking the door behind him.
Hopelessly I bang on the door. "HELP!!!!" I scream at the top of my lungs. A bang comes from the other side of the door.
"Shut up!" Snaps a deep voice from the other side.
I back up into the room and coward in the corner. I sit down and cry.

The door eventually opens, shining light in the room that momentarily blinds me.
A man I haven't seen before hands me a tray of food. I eye it suspiciously and turn it down. "How do I know it's not poisoned?" I ask.
"You don't. You just eat it because you won't get another chance to eat till tomorrow." He replies. He has a semi-deep voice. He rakes a hand through his hair and sits next to me.
I take the tray of food and dig in, just noticing how hungry I was. "Thanks," I mumble quietly.
"Welcome." He mumbles back. I finish the food on the plate and hand it back to him. He leaves quietly and quickly, again, locking the door behind him.

For what seems like an hour latter the door opens and the same guy from before hands me a pillow and a blanket. I take it gratefully and lie down on the floor. I smile weakly at him and close my eyes. I hear the door close and lock.
Quietly I sigh. "I'm never gonna get out of here." I whisper to myself and fall asleep quickly.