KIDNAPPED - 5SOS

Chapter 2

Rebecca P.O.V

Well I didn't embarrass myself that's for sure, I thought as I made my way home. Or else he probably wouldn't have given me his number. I'm currently mentally freaking out, I just gave my number to this stranger. I hope he isn't a criminal, but I can't ignore the fact that if he was he must have thought that I at least would be a tiny little bit cool. But when I think about it, who would actually believe me if I told anyone, or even care for starters about it.

The place so called "home" was now clearly visible. A four-roomer, kitchen included, small little house at the end of the street. Pretty cute if you stand very, very far away from it, if I can say it myself. Painted brick walls that's in need of serious repainting, like pronto. A dark wooden door and a normal tile roof and a couple of windows every here and there.

I walked up on the three small steps and knocked on the door, but no one opened the door so I ended up looked like a fool who annoyingly tried to get in. What was it, maybe the hundredth knock now, am I maybe even reaching a new record.

Here we have her the one only Rebecca, the winner in this years annual "How long can you knock on the door before someone calls the police and later gets pressed charges for attempt of break-in".

"How long have you been here?" she said, the one and only Florence. My big sister, the jewel of the family the only thing to be proud of coming from the family. She's also my worst enemy, but that's another story.

"I don't know, a good while that's for sure." I said as and tried to stand up from the stair I was sitting on without fumbling around too much.

Before I walked into the house I saw Florence throwing away the bags of trash that she had brought out. Sometimes is she such a suck-up. But I decided to wait on her, because that's what's sisters are for, right?

Florence went in ahead of me and didn't even give me a second glance before she entered the kitchen. I took my shoes of and hung up my jacket and just like her I went to the precious place also known as the kitchen. I could smell the food and instantly made my way to the stove to see what's cooking. And of course it was the only dish that we repeatedly received at this place, boiled potato and meatballs the simplest thing ever created, oh how great. But I decided on just to go with the flow and eat some anyway.

The door to my room stood open, as well as the windows. This is only one of the few things that bugs me, you can literally never be out or even have some food without your whole life gets investigated. But nothing will ever beat getting touched by someone with wet hands, gives me the shivers just thinking about it. And then there's the print of someones behind on my bed as well. Privacy does not exist I think very loudly to myself as I walk over to the bed to sort the bed out.

Maybe I should go to bed, or maybe I should study and do something out of my life or should I just go to sleep. I picked my phone up to see that it was 8pm and a text. But I decided to screw the text and just get ready to bed, if the person really thought it was that important I would have received more texts.

I changed into my pyjamas, brushed my teeth and I did all of those small things that people do before bed, and laid down, I didn't quite understood why but I just couldn't stop thinking about him, Calum. He's just so, so I don't know. Like he's one of those you meet one day and then later, when you're about to go to sleep you just end up thinking about the person and then end up lying there for ages. Oh, what am I doing. A stupid little strange boy is so not worth my beauty-sleep. Well, hey ho here we go of to sleep.

A loud noise made me wake up from my dreamless sleep and before I had time to think twice I heard another one coming from outside. I grabbed my radio-device-clock-thingy to check the time, and to my surprise it showed 3:42am. And there another smash, no maybe a clash when I think about it, what could it be? Why am I thinking about it, when I just could look for myself. I just hope this doesn't end up like one of those stupid scary-movies where the not so clever person have a not so happy ending.

The closest thing even worth grabbing for my defence ended up being my lovely little desk lamp which I had got for my seventeenth birthday, but somethings must be risked i suppose. I slowly opened the door to be revealed an empty not too dark hall, since it was in the middle of the summer so the sun almost seemed to having issues with going down, or maybe it's up by now.

Maybe it was because I was afraid or were I really hearing voices from the open window outside, and when I thought about it, it could be from there I also may have heard the noises from. As quiet as possible I tipped my way over to the window and tried to not walk on the creaking floorboards. Of course, after all of the years of living in this place I managed it quite well, if I could say it myself. As I looked out all I saw was figures of two well built men and an old strange looking big black van which stood very badly parked blocking our driveway.

This can so not be happening. Why now? Why this house? All these sort of questions were going through my mind, but what else would a none-rob-experienced little girl do in a situation like this. When I think about it, maybe call the emergency central. And this time doing the same route back to my room I didn't have anymore seconds to spare so I did like what every other person would do, cause a lot loud noises and squeak some as well.

"Phone, where are you. Baby don't hide from me please," I say as I look for my phone that's supposed to be connected to my charger but seems to be somewhere hidden in between my blankets.

After a minute of looking, and by the way that minute felt like the longest minute of my entire life, I finally found it. I dialed the number but the call didn't seem to work properly and that's when I noticed that I didn't have a single bar. Well than It's just up to me to handle this all by myself I suppose.

I had finally reached my way down the stairs and even done a couple of ninja stunts and that in my opinion were pretty incredible. All those years of watching TV seemed to pay of quite well. But sitting behind a sofa maybe wasn't the best place when I think about.

"Maybe I should hide in the kitchen. there's food there." I whispered to myself as I decided to walk over there.

"Well maybe you should come along us instead, we don't have any food but in this way nobody will get hurt."

I faced the person the voice came from and I don't think I should have done that because the next second I was facing the floor after have being kicked in my face. Compared to that weren't my stunts that outstanding at all.

"What the hell was she going to do with this silly little lamp." someone said laughing,

And that was the last think I heard before I blacked-out.