Taken

I

"Are you eating this morning?" Dad asks me, swiftly moving around the kitchen, holding a gallon of milk and setting it on the table. This seems all out of place.

"Ah, I don't think so. I don't have any time." I respond, mumbling, "I never do." I look at the clock and sigh. He has a bad habit of getting me up late in the morning. So late to where it's at the point of me always missing the bus. And then I suddenly hear a horn outside of my house. My eyes widen and I kick back my chair, grabbing my bag and running out the door.

"Have a good day!" I hear dad yell as I close the door. But I know he never means it.

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That day turned out to not be as expected, more unexpected than usual. I walked into the house, throwing my sweatshirt onto a kitchen chair. I enter my room and I gasp, suddenly startled by my dad, casually sitting on my bed. "Ah, dad? What are you.. doing in here?" Slowly approaching him to the bed. 

"Your sister is missing," he flatly says, and I don't understand, stopping me in the middle of my room. Sister? I must've said it out loud because dad says something else. "Yes your sister. Your mom told me she ran away last night and everyone is worried sick about her." Yeah, everyone but us.

"Okay, so are we going to help look for her then?" I stay where I am, watching dad carefully. I see an evil smile creep up his face, and I know that's never good. "Dad.. please don't hurt her," I mean to say loudly, but it ends up being a whisper. Dad looks at me with darkened eyes that I know all too well. Those eyes are meant for a murderer, which is just what he is. 

"Thanks to your mom, I know the address now. We're going to wait out until she's back, then I have a plan on how to kidnap her. And I'm going to need your help." I can't help but to let my eyes widen. Usually I'm totally in on the torturing and killing thing because I've been exposed to it at such a young age. But how the hell am I supposed to kill my own sister? I look at dad, taken back. "You can do that right?" I also know that if I don't agree with what he wants me to do, I can easily be his next victim.

I sigh, giving in. I'm not it the mood for dying right now. "I guess so." I say, and he gives me a big, chilling smile. The kind of smile that makes you want to shrivel up in a ball and make you rethink your entire existence. So to satisfy him more, I ask, "So what's the plan?" And at that moment, I didn't think things could go down hill that fast.