Kidnapped: Part 1

Chapter 1

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 "Mom are you going to get me a new pair of shoes? I want the ones that light up when I walk."  I said.

"Ok Charlie, whatever you like, let me just grab some money from the ATM, Stay behind me.'" Said my mom Jenni. "It's to crowded in here."

"Alright mom." I said.

She took out her card, inserted it into the ATM and started punching some buttons, glancing in my direction ever so often.

"Alyssa," Yelled a woman, staring at my mom.

My mom turned to look at her giving her and confused look. I then saw a little girl jump into the ladies arms. Not long after I felt a strong arm grab me and pick me up. He covered my mouth with his hands. My survival instance quickly kicked in and I bit him, harder then I could ever imagine.

"MOM!" I screamed. "Someone's taking me away!"

"Charlie, where are you?" My mom called. "CHAR..........." 

I woke up with the same dream I've had every day for the past eight years, since I got kidnapped.

I was eight years old when I was kidnapped in a mall by Joe and Mary. I still rememeber it like it was yesterday. There used to be seventeen of us living in this house, but now there's only three of us left, Peter, Alyssa, and I. The rest were killed. Either because they didn't do what they were told or because they were caught trying to escape. The thing is I don't really have to worry about that, because ever since I've been kidnapped, I used an old Polaroid camera I found in the basement to take pictures of all the kids Mary and Joe has kidnapped.

The oldest out of all three of us in the house, is Peter; he's eighteen, Blond hair, bushy eye brows and is extremely buffed. I'm the second oldest being 16, I have black hair, smart and love my music, and then we have Alyssa, who just turned thirteen a few months ago, she has light brown hair with tons of freckles and loves her toy doll she calls Linda. Named after her mom. Our kidnappers keep us in the basement for the whole day and make us come out at night. We each share one room out of the seven rooms in the basement and to be honest, I kind of like it this way, because we can protect each other if Mary gets a mood swing or even worst, if they try to kill one of us. "Charlie, Mary wants you to go upstairs for breakfast. Hurry, you don't want to keep her waiting!" Alyssa said trembling.

"OK Alyssa, I'll be there in a second." I quickly made my bed and bolted up the stairs.

"Good morning Charlie, nice of you to join us." Mary said in a cheerful voice.

“Good morning." I said taking my seat.

"Today's special is fried eggs and toast." She announced; acting like that's not what she makes every morning. I looked to my right side of the table to see why Joe was so quiet, but to my surprise, he wasn't there. It was only the four of us sitting at the table for the first time and I wasn't feeling too good about it. I looked around the house to see if I would find him lurking around somewhere, but only caught Mary staring at me with a cold gaze.

"What are you looking for?" Mary yelled leaping out of her chair.

"Nothing," I said wide eyed.

She quickly grabbed a knife off the table, rubbed it gently across my throat, and asked again, "What were you looking for?"

"Nothing, I was just looking for Joe. I notice he's not here for breakfast." I answered in pain.

"Is that all?" She asked easing the knife from my throat.

"Yes that's all." I muttered.

She rested the knife onto the table and smiled, "See was that so hard, you could have just told me the truth and none of this would have happened. Anyways, Joe went out to buy some new cloths."

"Why?" Asked Peter; knowing that they never buy us things without us having to do something for them in return.

"Because I've decided to make one of you boys do my dirty work by kidnapping another child with Joe."

"You want one of us to kidnap a child for you?" Peter asked, giving Mary the dirtiest look of his life.

Mary got out of her seat, slapped him across the face and whispered in his ear, "Yes. Do you have a problem with it?"

"Nope" He said popping the p. “Not at all."

She turned and smiled at me, "Since you don't seem to have a problem with it, I'm choosing you to do the kidnapping for me."

"Me?"

"Yes, do you have a problem with it too?" She asked wide eyed.

"No," I shrugged; afraid of what she might do to me if I said yes.

"Good, so when you're finished eating, I want you to go find a bag to put your new clothes in."

I looked at her in shock thinking to myself, 'What the hell is wrong with this woman? Does she really want me to kidnap a child?' Then less than a second later Joe came bursting through the front door holding a handful of cloths. He looked at Peter and me, then at Mary. "Have you chosen one 

yet?" He questioned.

"Yes, I picked Charlie." She smirked looking at me.

"Good choice I know he'll help me complete the job successfully." Joe approved. "All we need to do now is to tell him the plan."

As I was finishing my last piece of egg, Mary looked at me.

"Good, you're done. Now, go and find something to put your clothes in, and when your finish, I want you and Peter to clean up the attic. It’s getting filthy up there."

I gave her a hateful look, got up and was on my way. I wonder what plan they were talking about.