Kidnapped

Master

                      Kayla's POV.

   I don't know what happened to him, all I know is that he is really hurt and I can hear him sobbing in his room. I don't feel bad for him though. He deserves that.

   But even as I think that, I know it's not true. He is just a kid like me, same age and all. He is hurt, not only physically, but mentally. I don't know who did that to him, but nobody deserves pain. I don't pity him, because he has caused pain too. But I wouldn't ever wish pain on anyone.

   I listen to him until he quiets down. I can still hear him sniffling and rolling around, but other than that he is silent in his room. Sleep doesn't come easy and I lye awake for awhile. I think about my family.

   My beautiful mother, in which I get my long, straight brunette hair from. I get my defined features from my father. My grey eyes are also from my mother, although here are darker, and mine are bright. "Like shining stars" she had said once.

   She is a wonderful mother...always cared for me and was very bubbly. My father was the jokester of the family. Always adding in sarcastic remarks after serious questions, and making cheesy jokes like, "what did the grape say when the elephant stepped on him? Nothing, he just let out a little wine."

    Then there was my brother. He was always the serious type. He had a heart of gold. He seemed to care about everybody and everything. You don't get many boys like him. He is a year older than me; 18. He has really light brown hair, almost blonde, with the same grey eyes. My dad is the only one with pure blue eyes. My brothers hair is the kind like all the boys have, spiked up, or gelled up. Whatever you call it.

   He has always been by my side, and being without him made my heart hurt. We used to sneak out at night and do stupid things, like go to this little tree house we made when we were kids, and we would just sit and talk and brothers and sisters.

   I soon fell asleep, the thought of my family wandering around in my brain. I wake up to sun in my eyes, so bright it forces me to get up and ready for the day.

   I don't know why, but the sunny day gives me hope. Maybe today I will escape.

   But I couldn't have been farther from wrong.

   I put on skinny black jeans and a light blue T-Shirt that has purple letters on the front that say, "Aero Postal"

   I knock on my door and I hear it unlock. Luke opens the door for me and let's me out. Without a word he walks to the kitchen and I follow him. He has already made pancakes and I dig in. He doesn't say a word the whole time. I steal glances at his bruised face, wondering what happened to make whoever did that to him, feel the need to.

   When we finish he grabs the car keys and walks out the door. I quickly slip in my converse and follow him. I sit in the passenger seat and ask, "Where are we going?"

   I didn't expect him to slap me across the face. I felt heat rush up to my face as anger wells up in my chest.

   "What was that for!?" I practically scream at him.

   "Your getting to comfortable with me. You need to stop. You obey me. Understand? We aren't friends," he says angrily, the slaps me again, causing my head to turn.

   Anything I felt toward him evaporated like water on a hot day. He is just my kidnapper. He will never be anything more. I sat back in my seat and wipes my eyes before any tears fell. I held the side of my face and looked out the window, not wanting him to see me cry.

   I am not weak, I told myself. You will not cry. But it was too late. They spilled out. I wasn't crying because it hurt, I was crying because I was angry and there was nothing I could do about the way he treated me. Nothing I could do to escape. I am just a girl. A stupid, stupid girl.

   We drove and eventually we got to the destination. It was the house we were at yesterday. Why would Luke want to come back here?

   "Come with me," he said, no emotion in his voice.

   I get out and follow him to the door. He knocks and soon someone greets us. It is a man, and he is big. Not fat, but buff. If I thought Luke was muscular, this man was in a whole different level.

   His eyes lit up when he saw me. Then he glared at Luke. "If you think this makes up for it, it doesn't."

   The man grabs me by the arm and yanks me into the house. I Yelp, I wasn't expecting it. I look at Luke and see something cross his face. Regret maybe? I'm not sure. I look at him for help, but he turns his back on me and walks away.
  
   The man closes the door. "Hello, This is your new home until I am done with you. And I, am your master," he says, while gripping me tightly at the arms.