Kidnapped

Chapter One - Kidnapped

Removing the last piece of clothing from locker 18 Holly signed. Today was suppose to be a good day. The day she showed off the new her. The day she quit trying to be something she's not. Everyone wasn't so fond of Holly's change. Her High Stepping coach Mrs. Lawson took one look at Holly's -recently dyed- green hair and freaked. When Holly refused to strip her hair back to its original sandy brown color Coach Lawson simply stated that they are a world class team and her green hair was inappropriate. She told her she was welcome back to the team whenever she grew out of what phase she was in. Holly closed the locker and made her way out of the girl's locker room.

"Someone's looking down. Let me guess...Coach didn't like the green hair?"

Holly looked up to see her boyfriend Jason leaning on the wall across from the locker room.

"Go on," She spat crossing her arms across her chest defensively. "Rub it in."

A small smirk worked its way onto his lips and he pushed himself off the wall. His smirk grew into one of his award winning smiles. Holly didn't know why his smile still made her stomach do backflips. When she started dating him 3 years ago she thought it was a short term thing.

3 years ago his thick blonde hair, big blue eyes, and his stereotypical all American boy look disgusted her. To be truthful the only reason they ended up dating is because of a bet made with her former bestfriend Monique. The bet was to see who could kiss him first. Her and Jason started dating and slowly Holly began to develop feelings for him.

"Don't worry. I love the green. It suits you." Jason said as they made their way down the halls towards the main doors.

"Don't lie. you hate it don't you?" Holly said smirking playfully. She wasn't one to care about what other people thought of her. So why start now?

"Trust me if I hated it I would have been Dumped you." Jason said dropping his arm from around her shoulder to open the door.

"Your the only person I know who could be an ass and a gentleman at the same time."

"Do you need a ride home?" he asked.

"Um no," Holly said taking a look around the parking lot. "Dad said he hired a new butler."

"Another one? what's that number 20?"

"33." Holly corrected.

"Why do you guys keep replacing butlers?" Jason asked intrigued.

"Considering at least half of them stole from us, one of them had the FBI breaking down our door, and another was caught sniffing my underwear," Holly shivered at the memory. "The question is why haven't my dad started doing background checks?" she continued to look around the parking lot for the overly stretched limo that usually picked her up.

Jason frowned. "I thought I was the only one who gets to sniff your underwear."

Holly playfully hit him on the arm.

"Ouch!"

"You're such a perv."

"Hey, isn't that your dad?" Jason asked pointing towards a black Maybach 62. Holly's smile dropped as she looked towards the car. Sure enough in the driver's seat sat her dad dressed in a grey suit. He wasn't wearing a tie and the top two buttons on his shirt were undone. As always Mr. James Fitzpatrick held his black iPhone up to his ear.

"Yeah," Holly said curious. Her father never picked her up from school. So what was he doing here now? She thought.

"Alright, see you later." Jason said giving her a kiss on the forehead and jogging towards his car.

Still curious Holly picked her backpack up off the sidewalk and made her way over to the car. "Hey dad," She said sliding into the passenger seat. She threw her backpack into the back seat.

Her dad gave her a small smile. "Hey honey, how was your day?"

"It was-"

"What do you mean he doesn't have the money?!" Her dad yelled into the phone cutting her off.

Typical.

"Look Aaron, you tell him I said no money, no service. I do not do Pro Bono."

Holly could hear the person on the other line trying to calm her father down. Her dad was one of the best and riches lawyers in the country and some would say he's more famous than Oprah. Every man wanted to be him. And every woman wanted to be with him. At the age of 42 her dad was a pretty good looking man. With his full sandy brown hair, green eyes, and muscular built it was no wonder he had women left to right trying to get into his pants. That and his money. But not once have her father ever flirted with a woman since her mom pasted of cancer last year. Although it hurts Holly that she doesn't have a close bond with her father like she used to she never complained about him working all of the time. She figured it was his way of coping with her mother's death.

"Sorry about that honey." Her father said snapping her out of her thoughts. "This guy has been driving me nuts all week trying to get me to do his case for free."

"That's what happens when your the number one Lawyer in the country." Holly mumbled bitterly. She leaned forward and turned on the radio. Royals by Lorde began playing and she sat back and started humming the lyrics. About ten minutes and three radio stations later they arrived at the front gate of their mansion. Their home was huge. With 15 bedrooms, two indoor pools, one outdoor pool, a dance studio, and a tennis court that no one ever use. Even the guest house was like a mini mansion. As the gates opened her father slowly made his way through.

"I have to head back into work I won't be home until late, okay?" Her father said he didn't even bother looking up from his phone.

"Yep," Holly said rolling her eyes and getting out slamming the door as hard as she could. It didn't even faze her father he pulled off down the drive way. She had gotten five steps when she remembered she'd left her backpack in the back seat.

"Wait," She called out after her father but he was already turning onto the street. "Just great." she thought stomping her way up what seemed like a million stairs. She could care less about the Anatomy, History, and Pre-Calc. homework she had. She just wanted her phone. As soon as she reached the last step the big brown wooden doors swung open.

"Oh, Ms. Fitzpatrick I wasn't expecting you home for another hour. Diner isn't ready yet." The old lady said sadly. She was in a black button down shirt and blue jeans. Holly's mom didn't like the maids and other workers wearing uniforms she said it was demeaning.

"It's okay I can wait. And how many times do I have to tell you to call me Holly." Holly said walking past the woman and into the house.

"I'm sorry Ms. Fitz-" Holly raised an eyebrow. "Holly, it's force of habit." she said in her thick Jamaican accent. "It's just that you remind me so much of your mother."

Holly's expression saddened at the mention of her mother.

"Oh, Ms. Holly I didn't mean to upset you." Sonny said realizing her mistake.

"It's ok, don't worry about it." Holly said walking towards the stairs.

"Oh, Mr. Fitzpatrick told me to make sure you don't forget about the La Jolla Ball tomorrow."

"I won't, thanks Sonny." Holly turned and rushed to her room. She'd forgotten about the annual ball her father's company held every spring. She didn't feel like going out and shopping so an old dress in her closet should do. At the very back of her walk-in closet she spotted something black and shear. Picking it up she noticed it was one of her mother's old dresses. Holding it up she stood in front of her closet mirror examining herself. She had her mother's beautiful green eyes that had just the right amount of grey going around the outer part. She has always gotten compliments on her eyes every since she was a little girl. So why did she hate them so much? Because they reminded Holly of her mother. And her mother is the last person she wants to remember. She has it implanted in her brain if she could just forget she would feel no hurt or pain.