Stolen!

As i looked around at the large room i thought to myself, this is it. This is life or death for me. I have to get home. I looked at the old oak floorboards, they were painted black but the paint had worn away over time. The walls were the same, with a square window in the wall opposite the door, with no curtains and the white painted wood around it was weak and broken in places. To the left was a wooden table with a black sheet draped over it, the extendable one with hang down sides, like the ones we used for parties. To the right was a pillow a rolled up cardigan or something and a quilt. It was stained and a yellow sort of colour. There was a box behind me a large black ottoman, with silver designs over the edges and lock. I opened it slowly and quietly, stopping to tuck my brown curls behind my ear.

The box had a cream interior and contained clothes, skirts, t-shirts, cardigans, i look at the ripped flower dress i have on, my scraped knee and my pretty yellow toenails. my new sandals are coming apart. I should be better dressed, what if i see a policeman on the road? I need to find someone! But i need to get out of here first.

I looked at the watch, it said 14:26. I looked at my caramel skin, I'm skinny and tall for my age but I've got a modelling shoot on the 30th of June, thats 12 days away. i look at myself in the reflection of my watch. My squinty eyes and button nose and brown freckles, a cut under my nose from where the man hit me before putting the cloth under my nose. I know its chloroform. I've seen enough movies. This is a kidnapping. I quickly put on a pink t-shirt and some shorts. The biggest t-shirt was stretched and said 9-10, I'm 12 so it looks more like a baggy belly top.

There's noise below, i creep over to the. Window. Its a long way down with a drain pipe and a few thick vines and after you get off the light brown porch its just road, pebbles, bushes and a few trees here and there, beautiful. Just not helpful.

Im hearing shouting downstairs, i need to think of a plan, but what are they arguing about? A woman's shouting "sell! I don't want it around long enough for a trace. The pickup was sloppy, Avery said its not even the right one you dumbfuck, fucking ignorant assholes! She sighed, "just hurry up and come up with something". I heard high heels clicking off, and a deep voice with the kind of cockney accent only heard on TV said "take some pictures, get her used to her home, break her in you know? Ill sort out Melinda, you know her, ill take her out for dinner and fuck her a couple of times and she'll keep her mouth quiet eh? He chuckled. "Avery will take her or her parents will pay up. End of. Some more footsteps trailed off.

I feel sick, it must be the chloroform. Okay so what do i do now? I need to go home. Snot starts to run down my nose, my eyes are burning a bit. Out of all the books I've read people never scream, never cry or show any emotion. Im not weak! I scream inside my head. I fight back the tears that want to come. I need to get out of here man i rub my head pushing back my curly hair, i decide i need a weapon and a after i find that ill make a plan, in the ottoman i find clothes some papers with hat looks like childrens writing and a small hammer, result.

I devise my plan, i put the cardigan at a angle on the floor and the pillow too and throw the quilt over it tucking it all in to look like im under there, then i put the black tablecloth over it just in case i wasn't as smart as i believe i am. I thought of it like a game, but I'm so scared. I sit down on the floor and curl up. I don't want to cry but this is such a scary situation. As the first tear falls i hear footsteps. No time to cry the footsteps are getting closer.

As i scurry off to hide behind the table i wished I could teleport or fly or something. I hear shaking from the middle of the room, i wish I'd gone to the ottoman. I squeeze my eyes shut, and open them in horror as the middle of the floor falls away. Im in an attic! But there's no time to think because someone's coming up a ladder. I really really should have gone to the ottoman! At least i could have run to the stairs quicker.