Kidnapped By A Werewolf

Disrupted Walk

It was about a month since I first thought someone was watching me.

For awhile I had thought that I was just being crazy. I mean, who would want to follow me?

But I've definitely heard footsteps other than my own, and sometimes, if I glance back quickly without warning, I can catch a glimpse of a figure darting for cover.

Whoever they are, they're fast.

After trying to think of any reasons why someone would want to waste their time on me, I realized it wasn't me they were really after. They were after my brother.

Knowing him, he probably gambled off more than he had, or maybe his bar tab had gotten too high. I hoped to God that he didn't owe money to some kind of drug dealer.

Do you wanna know the best part about this situation? He wasn't even home. The day after he came home I went to school with him passed out on the floor, probably having fallen off the couch. By the time I got back from school he was gone with a half eaten chicken finger left on top of a note saying he'd be gone for a while.

Normally I would have said "Good riddance!" and moved on with my life, but my stalker made his absence a problem. I figured they would keep following me until he came back. I thought about trying to approach them and tell them that he'd be gone for awhile, but I was afraid they would try to kill me or something so I didn't. 

Which leaves me with my current predicament.  

I was again, walking home alone... ish. The thing is, my follower was acting strange. Well, strange- er. Today they weren't even trying to hide their presence, and stayed at a closer distance.  

I was starting to get scared. I tried not to show it, but I had a bad habit of tensing my shoulders when I was nervous. 

I quickened my pace, chanting in my head, it'll be OK. Almost home. Almost home.  My heart was beating uncontrollably, feeling like it could rip out of my chest at any moment. And I kinda wished it would, at least then I wouldn't have to deal with all this crap.   

When I first accepted the fact that someone was following me home, I had changed my route to include busy streets. However as I got closer to my house there was no avoiding going on quieter roads.

It was on one of these quiet streets when I heard the car. The black car that suddenly came to a stop in front of where I was walking. And from which, came out a man who grabbed me, pressing a cloth over my mouth and nose. Effectively knocking me unconscious.  

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Sorry for the short update but I felt like this was a good point to stop... not so sorry about the cliffhanger...  Hope you like'd it!

-Lucelia = )

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