"M-Michael?" I stuttered
He smirked then chuckled at me.
"You didn't think I would find you? Did you?" He smirked.
"I-I..." I was shocked. How did he find me?
His smirk turned to a serious and intimidating one. He started walking towards me in lo...
I closed my eyes, loving the feeling that I was safe. I finally let sleep take over me.
End of recap-
CRASH. BANG. CRASH.
My body bolted upright. I ran to my door and opened it. I heard yelling and screaming. I went back into my room and got my pocket knife from my bedside table. I ran out of my bedroom and silently walked down the stairs.
"Michael!" My mother yelled.
CRASH.
I gasped then quickly covered my mouth. They were in the living room from what I can tell.
"Please don't do this!"
"I am going to ask only one more time! Where. Is. She?!" He yelled.
"I'll never tell you!"
"If you don't tell me then I guess I'll have to beat the shit out of you, your husband and son until one of you do."
I peaked my head out and saw Michael walking closer to my mother who was tied down to the couch along with my father and brother. I checked my pockets for my phone, but I couldn't find it. "Dammit." I whispered to myself.
Punch. My mothers scream echoed through the house. I had to do something, but I had to think of a plan first to make sure that he couldn't take me away. I wasn't stupid I wasn't going to be like those people in the horror movies where the don't have any plan, barely a weapon and attempt to kill the bad guy only to have it fail on them.
"Punch me instead! You bastard!" My father yelled.
Michael chuckled and it sent shivers down my spine. "I'm going to enjoy this."
Punch. Punch. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I walked to the kitchen silently and turned the light on, so that Michael thought that I was there, you could see it light up in the living room. I silently jogged out of the kitchen and to the dining room and looked out the window for the police car.
I saw the police car and I internally cheered. Until I saw his body on the ground with a knife sticking up from his stomach. I was about to scream until a hand covered my mouth. I started thrashing around and they started dragging me to the living room. I bit the persons hand and they groaned in pain. I looked back the best I could and saw Michael waving the hand I bit to relieve the pain. I covered my mouth roughly and continued to drag me to the living room. My parents and brother were trying to say something, but their mouths were duct taped.
Michael shoved me onto a chair in the living room.
"Don't. Move."
I nodded even though I was going to move anyway. When he turned his back I got my knife out and silently walked up to him. I brought my hand back and was about to stab him when he turned around and caught my hand. "Tsk tsk tsk. I told you not to move baby girl."
My eyes widened and I tried to kick his shin, but he moved out of the way. He tightened his grip on my wrist forcing me to wince and groan at the pain. I tried to hold on to the knife longer, but the pain was unbearable and I let go. I heard it fall to the floor and Michael shoved me back on the chair and duct tape my arms and legs.
"Michael!" I screamed at him, I felt tears blur my vision.
He ignored me and finished up duct taping my legs. He caressed my cheek and kissed my lips gently. I pursed my lips so he couldn't and he sighed. "You're so stubborn. It's adorable, but..." He tilted his head to the side,
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