Taken

Chapter 2

Saturday 8th January 2014

I stand frozen in the kitchen, gripping onto the bat in my hands for dear life. Jack hung up after telling me that. Thanks man. What did he mean though? "and now they want you" what the hell does that mean?

I'm aware that the sensible thing to do now would be to do as Jack said, and go to Libby's, my friend, house. But, hey,  I'm not exactly know for my sensibility. 

I check my watch and see that i've been standing here in this position for nearly 6 minutes and, surprise surprise,  no one has burst through the door to get me.

Sighing,  put the bat down and wander through into my room . I leap onto my bed with my laptop and open up twitter. I can't really concentrate though. Jack was joking right? He was probably just drunk and thought that it would be funny to llay a mean trick on his little sister. Just as I'm convincing myself of this a little voice I my head pops up: what about mum though? Where is she? She always avoids going out as best as she can, so why has she suddenly had a change of heart in the 5 minutes that I was out for?

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It's now been two hours since I got home, and I don't know whether to be relieved or worried.  Part of me is relieved because no crazy murderer has burst into my room but I'm also worried because mum and Jack haven't come home yet either. I bite my lip and try to think of what to do...what would Jack do? Well, I know the answer to that: to carry on as usual is always his solution. Well I guess I'll do that then, I think as I start pulling pots and pans out to make dinner.

Ever the optimist, I make enough pasta for three and put mum and Jack's servings in the fridge. Just as I sit down to eat, there's a knock on the door, causing me to completely freeze. I've been jittery ever since my phone call with Jack and now I'm full of fear. Oh shit. Oh shit! Who could it be? I talk a deep breath and try to calm down.  Relax, Eve, a murderer wouldn't just knock on the front door, would they?

I take another deep breath before dragging myself into the hall and pulling open the front door. A gasp escapes my lips as I stare up at the three tall, looming men dressed all in back standing before me.

"Aren't you going to invite us in, sweetheart?" The one at the front breathes in a low voice, his sentence accompanied with a quick wink. This makes me notice his eyes. Wow, those eyes. They are such a bright, piercing green that I can't help but feeling as though he can see everything I'm thinking, which naturally causes a light blush to spread across my cheeks. His hypnotysing eyes and pronounced jaw line remind me someone, but I'm not sure who. I can just make out his brown, curly hair peeking out from under his beanie.
"Well?" His taunting voice pulls me back to reality.
"I said: aren't you going to invite us in?" I shiver as his large hand grabs my arm to force me aside. The three men snicker and stroll leisurely inside. The green eyed one is still holding my arm as we make our way into the living room. I'm thrown onto the sofa and they stand in front of me, glaring down at me while I pull myself up into a more dignified position.

I open my mouth to speak but the guy standing to the left and slightly behind the main on beats me to it.
"You reckon it's her, Haz?" He mutters to mr green eyes. Haz? What kind of name is Haz? The speaker is slightly shorter than "Haz" and has bright blue, and frankly cold looking eyes. Haz pulls off his beanie and runs his hand through his hair, sighing deeply, before replying.
"I dunno man, may-"
"I assume that you're talking about me, so why don't you actually ask me if I'm "her"?" I cut him off with a smirk; probably a bad idea, I know. Three pairs of eyes lock on mkne, looks of shock quickly being replaced wih humour and, uh-oh, anger.
"Oh it's her alright" Haz grins at the other two before looking back at me.

Oh shit.

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A/N
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