My Baby Was Kidnapped

Chapter 1

This book is set century's in the future.

I am Amber Rose and at the moment Smith. I am in a gang. We are called 'Jollies'. This gang is like the government. We make the rules. There is no Royal Family. There is no Houses Of Parliament. If you want something you fight for it. Women here are objects. The only thing they're good for is reproducing and looking good. If a child's parent's die, the child will have to fend for itself unless it's luck enough to get into a orphanage. Shops don't exist. If you want something you have to get it from the Jollies. And I'm in that gang.

I was forced to marry an abusive drunk called Nick, who was five times my age when I was twelve. I was to young to have a baby and he died when I was ready. Then I was forced marry, Jake who used me to give him a son, he was the only one I actually loved. Luckily I got pregnant with a son and he left me with my son when I was fourteen. He didn't even let me hold him in the hospital before dragging my new-born son away. I was going to call him Blake but it never became official. He would be four now. Now I am married to the second highest man in our gang called Robert. He's never home and I can do what I want. I'm 7 months pregnant with his baby now. I hope it's a boy so that I don't have to have to bring another poor girl into this horrible world.

It was a Tuesday. The gang leader, James had called a urgent meeting. Me and my best friend and murdermate, Kelly walked into the hall. She is pregnant with her third to her fifth husband and she's eighteen like me. The whole town was here.

"Jollies!" James shouted into a microphone.

Everyone cheered.

"As you may know, someone killed my little sister."

Everyone gasped.

That was like asking for your own death.

"No-one gets away with that!"

Loads of angry cheers filled the hall.

"And you want to know how were going to solve this murder?!"

More cheers.

"We are going to kill EVERYONE who isn't a Jollie. Child to elderly I will not rest until everyone in the UK is DEAD!"

Everyone cheered.

I could tell a lot of people were scared.

Kelly looked faint. "Amber. My parents aren't Jollies!"

"I'm sorry."

She burst into tears.

"Jacob's girl is crying. JACOB! SORT HER OUT!"

James was talking about Kelly.

Jacob her husband picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

"CAREFUL! She's pregnant." I called.

For some reason it was a disgrace for a woman to cry in public.

So the murdering started that night. Blood filled the streets and in the morning, there were announcements that 1,905 people had been killed that night. Considering there was only 1,000,000 people in the UK that was an amazing progress.

"Jacob's wife and Roberts wife. Your doing that street tonight. If we found you spared any lives you will die yourself." a man told us.

"Yes sir." Me and Kelly said.

We walked to the street. It was 1:34 in the morning and it was freezing.

"I don't want to do this, Amber." Kelly whispered.

"Neither but we don't want to die ourselves, do we?" I said.

That night, we killed over 100 people on that street.

That's when we reached Mrs Parkers Home For Boys.

An orphanage.

Kelly saw the sign.

"Let's get this over with."

Kelly did the bottom three floors, I did the top three.

I don't know how but I was getting used to killing people. I went to one bed and stabbed a girl in the chest. I went to the next bed, in the head, next in the stomach. Then I got to the end bed and there was a four year old boy sat watching me.

I stopped and looked at him weirdly. Why wasn't he freaking out?

"Just do it." He whispered. He had the cutest voice.

"Hu?"

"Stab that knife in me and end this." He whispered.

His eyes were the bluest things I've ever seen. He had been crying for hours and was the cutest and smallest thing I had ever seen.

"Why haven't you done it. Your a Jollie aren't you? Jollies are evil." He said.

"Not all of them."

"YO AMBER YOU DONE UP THERE?" I heard Kelly shout.

"LEAVE WITHOUT ME." I shouted back.

And she did.

"What's your name." I asked.

"What's yours?" he asked.

"Amber." I said.

"I'm Casper." He said.

Cute name for a cute face.

"What do you like to do?"

"Read."

What? It was illegal for people to know how to read. School wasn't a thing and the only person who was educated in the UK was James.

"You can read?"

"Shh." Casper said.

"Why did you tell me that." I asked.

"Well your about to kill me anyway." He said.

It was silent.

"What do you want to do when your older?" I asked.

"I want to escape and find my Mum." He said.

I thought for a couple of seconds. Those seconds felt like days. That's when I decided enough was enough.

"Well, I have a offer to make." I said.

"What."

"If you help me find my son, I'll help you find your Mum." I said.

"Deal." He said.

"Pack some stuff, we need to leave NOW!" I said.

I ran downstairs and looked on the street. All the Jollies were now fast asleep since I had spent time talking to Casper.

I saw my black mini cooper parked neatly outside the orphanage.

Thanks Kelly.

If we were going to survive this. We needed to leave the UK. Now.

I ran into the orphanage. I grabbed as much food as possible and threw it the backseat of my car. I grabbed blankets and books and pillows. I made my car into a house. Casper came downstairs with a small rucksack and his duvet and got into the passenger seat of my car.

I changed the six on my number plate to a eight and a F into a E.

Then I got into the car and began to drive away from everything I've ever known.

I was going to find my son.