TEENNAPPED!

Chapter One [Holy biscuits]

I woke about five in the morning and went downstairs for coffee. My aunt asked me to watch the house before she left about two days ago, I was starting to get worried.

Fred didn't seem to care, he never liked Auntie Sasha anyways.

My eyes shifted to the sink with the dirty plates left there last night by Fred.

Nasty.

"Fred! Get you're ass out of bed and come do the dishes." Yelled on the top of my lungs.

I heard some loud mumbling and a few curse words before he got to the kitchen.

"Woman, it's five in the morning." He complained.

"Um, dude those dishes don't care if it is five in the morning and neither do I so get to it and stop whining." I said.

"The last time I checked I was the older one. You can't boss me around." He said crossing his arms.

"The last time I checked Auntie Sasha left me in charge, so get to it."

He mumbled under his breath and walked over to the sink.

I went to the refrigerator to get something to eat and WHALA!

Nothing.

"Fred I'm going to the store to buy some groceries where does Auntie Sasha keep the change?"

"In the last cupboard to the door." he said spilling soapy water on the floor.

I took the money and went down to the store.

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When I got back from the store about to open my gate I saw three men dressed in black about two houses away from mine. One of the men were holding a knife and the other a gun pointing it at the third man.

I stood shocked to see the danger that this man was in.

They looked like they were arguing with him about something until the one with the knife cut his throat. He looked angry.

I didn't realize that he saw me until both men left the dead man on the floor and started towards me.

I blinked once. Twice. Trice. Then I realized I wasn't dreaming. They were standing right in front of me.

"What are you looking at?" The one with gun asked.

I opened my mouth but nothing came out.

"No need to be afraid, cutie. What's you're name?" The one with knife, the same one who just killed that man, asked coming closer to me.

Still nothing came out.

I then decide to make an escape, after all I was in front of my house gate.

I took two steps back and tried to open the gate. Then the one with the gun grabbed my arm.

Which was my bad luck because my other hand had a grocery bag in it.

I had no choice.

"FRED! FRED! FRED HELP ME!"

I was yelling on top of my lungs to the point it felt like my tripe was going to fly out of my mouth.

He then covered my mouth and threw me over his shoulder causing the grocery bag to fall on the ground.

Where is that bastard when you need him?

I was being carried away when Fred opened the door. He had his phone in his hand.

It took a while for him to realize what was going on.

"Hey! Let my little sister go now!" He said running towards the gate.

The guy then broke out into a sprint with the guy with the knife following behind him.

How on Earth does he run this fast with me over his shoulders. I'm quite positive that I'm not the lightest person you would ever encounter upon.

"Hey, I said let my baby sister go!" Fred said running after us.

Wait. Did he just call me a baby? I take every offence that word has to offer.

I was then thrown into the back of a silver van with the man with the knife beside me and the guy with the gun in the driver's seat.

Fred definitely couldn't catch them now. Well brother don't cry too much when I'm gone.