Rescued By My Kidnapper

WARNING: To anyone who wants to begin reading this story, I just want to warn you that this story was written when I was fourteen. Yes I know, my teen years *shudders*. That means this story I have here is just filled with nonsensical errors I can't explain even to myself in this current time.

And by now if you do want to read this story, then I immensely apologize for the grammatical errors and 'what-the-hell' plots. I have no idea what I was thinking.

ENJOY

Thepurplefreak

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"Mmm Oreo," I said hungrily, taking out the two packets of the cookie goodness and shoving them into my backpack. I then walked to the drink aisle and took a can of root beer. I opened the can and drank half of its contents, letting out a small burp afterwards. Once I was done, I checked my purple bag to see it filled with all the stuff I need: junk food. Smiling to myself, I walked to the counter to check on Amy.

Her back was facing me, arms tensed up, her fingers typing madly on her phone. I could tell by her posture she was nervous and scared. I smirked.

"Hey, watcha doing there Amy?" I asked in a fake, happy tone.

Her blue eyes widened when she turned around and saw me. Her body froze instantly, her hands moving behind her, hiding the phone, thinking I wouldn't see it. The whole store was deadly silent for a while. Realising she wasn't going to talk, I got annoyed.

"Earth to Amy!" I snapped my fingers in front of her, breaking away any thoughts she had.

"W-hat?" she stuttered.                                                                             

Ugh, I groaned. Without wasting any more of my time, I walked behind the counter and snatched her phone away easily. Even when she had a death grip on it. Her eyes widened even more as she tried to take her phone back. I used my right hand to block her by placing it on her forehead, creating an arm's length between us, like how they do it on children's shows. The fourteen year old girl was telling me to give her phone back but I just laughed at her puny attempts.

Getting back to what my aim was, I unlocked her phone and went through her messages. My eyebrows knitted close together when I saw the name on the screen. Jace Slayton. I read through their conversations and understood what was going on.

"Tell him I'll be there," I stated, throwing back Amy's phone, which she surprisingly caught. She looked up into my face for a while, mesmerized by my violet eyes. Once she realized she was caught staring, she looked away, stuttering out an okay. She typed her phone away, replying to Jace.

I took that as my cue to get outta there.

"Oh and thanks for the free food!" I chirped, patting my bag. Her eyes widened again and she gulped, knowing that her boss is going to kill her when he finds out some items were missing, just like the cashier before her who got fired.

Seems like my own cousin is going to lose her job, I thought.

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It was already midnight. I sighed as I turned to the left, heading to an alleyway. The gap between two old terraced houses was dark and menacing. A strong smell of stale urine, faeces and things scuttled underfoot made its way to my nose. I walked on, passing the graffiti brickwork. My senses heightened to the atmosphere, looking around for a particular person. Hearing footsteps behind me, I smirked. Attacking behind the enemy's back, huh?

I spun around and roundhouse kicked the guy in the gut. He sputtered out a curse laced with blood and crumpled to the ground. I took his neck with my hands and easily lifted him up to a squatting position. I could already see the blood dripping from his mouth when he let out a groan. He was about medium height and lanky, probably explained why he was defeated so easily.