STOLEN

Chapter 3

*Author's note*
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Chelsea's POV:

My mouth and throat were dry. My dad repeated my name once more on the phone, but I didn't dare speak. What if I spoke too loud? What if the guys heard me? Would they come for me and beat me up to? Would I even be able to take such a beating?

Scared to death that the aggressive guys would notice me if I spoke, I slowly lowered the phone from my ear. I pressed the red icon on the screen.

My heart was racing rapidly. I wonder if my pulse could possibly go any higher than it currently was. Another loud thud went through the cold air as one of the guys once again collided his clenched fist with the lonely boy's face. For a moment I thought I heard a cracking sound. Did he just break his nose? The lonely boy fell to the ground almost immediately. "Fucking hold him!" Hissed the guy who had just punched the lonely guy. He sounded... angry... threatening. My impression was he was the dominant one in the group. The leader. His voice was husky and dark. It sent a chilly sensation down my spine. I found him frightening.

I almost screamed when I felt my phone vibrate in my hand. I almost threw it until I looked at the screen seeing my dad's caller ID light up brightly. I knew I had to tell him what I was seeing. I couldn't just let this guy be beat to death, so I used my trembling fingers to press the green icon.

"Chels? Are you okay?" His voice rushed. There was worry in his voice. Please help me dad. "Dad..." the tears pressed violently against my eyes and my voice was shaking. "Y-you have to come help me," my voice was nothing but a subtle whisper as I fought to hold back a sob. "Chels, what's going on? Where are you?" He uttered sounding beside himself. He probably thought I was hurt. "T-there's a guy..." I whispered silently as I watched while the dominant, bellicose guy who kept crashing the lonely guy's face with his fists. The same loud thud ringing through my ears with every punch.

"What guy?" He rushed. "H-he's getting beat up... brutally..." a tear started rolling down my cheek. "Y-you have to help me." In a swift motion I wiped the little tear off my cheek. It felt warm on my cold finger for a second, but then it went cold like the rest of me. Another tear replaced it instantly. "Stay where you are sweetheart, I'm coming." And then it went silent on the other end of the line. Dad is coming to help. Everything will ok, I thought to myself as I stood there watching what was going on.

One of the guys turned his head in my direction and stopped whatever he was doing immediately. It wasn't the dominant guy, it was one of the others. It felt as though he was looking right at me. Maybe it felt that way because I was looking right at him. A lump in my throat was growing bigger by the second, it felt like my ability to breathe was going to be gone soon.

I watched as the guy reached out his hand and gently pushed the dominant one. When he had his attention he pointed directly at me. The dominant guy turned his head and my heart stopped for a second. He scared me more than anything I had ever experienced. He scared me more than the boogeyman used to scare me, when I was young. Thinking it was going to be my turn next, I attempted to take a step back, but my feet were still as glued to the tiles on the ground. I still could not move. I was frozen.

A deep, relieved exhale left my lungs as the dominant guy seemed to decide I wasn't worth his attention. He went back to the guy he had already beaten beyond recognition. Or maybe he just wanted to finish us off one at a time? But why would he give me an opportunity to run? Maybe he's not one to beat girls? No wait I take that back. He didn't quite strike me as one to care. Once you'd cross him and pissed him off he probably wouldn't care much for your gender.