I Choose You

Chapter Twenty - Stolen

Jessie and I ran downstairs to see Ann tied to a chair. And there we have it: the long awaited crime from Philip. Quickly, I untied her and dialed the WPP number. I went through the same routine as usual and within minutes, officers were at my door.

There were questions and warnings, and before long they left us alone again. Its turned into a quick process, really, since there was nothing particularly new to share. "Sorry about that. . ." I stated before going upstairs again. I didn't want to hear her answer, I just wanted it to stop. I wanted it all to stop. I didn't care if it was okay with her or not because it wasn't okay with me. I wanted to protect these people and everyone else but I couldn't even protect myself; the police couldn't protect me. I was a hopeless puppy dog. there was nothing I could do, no matter what.

I slammed my door and locked it, then sat on my bed. I looked up my attacker's name on Google, just to find a bunch of news reports on the guy. I read through a few of me, mostly showing fear, anxiousness or desperateness. In other words, nothing to make me feel any less scared. All these reports told me that he was a serial killer and that he was never found or convicted for that matter. He was a free havoc creator. Apparently, he hasn't attacked since 2010 but no one knows if and when he could strike. And that scared me. I looked at image results of my search only to find a masked man who was certainly not him, a bunch of news paper clippings and some jokes. . . not funny. None of the reports said he worked with a partner, but no one could ever know. All his victims were dead.

There was a knock at my door but I didn't answer. I wanted to stay hidden, just like Philip. The knock repeated itself, louder and more forceful. "It's locked," I yelled, then placed my laptop on my table and rolled over. Knock-knock. Angrily, I threw the covers off of me and stomped to my door. I unlocked it and turned the knob. "Yes, Jes-"

There was a man. With a mask. And a lady. Not Jessie. Shit.

He pushed his way into my room, leaving me on the ground. The lady picked me up by my collar and placed a gun to my head, then lead me out of my room and down the stairs. No one was there. She dragged me out the back door and into the van in the driveway. I was pushed into the back followed by the door slamming.

There, in front of me, was Jessie and Ann, handcuffed. Then I realized: I wasn't handcuffed. I opened the door, but the alarm started blaring, causing the lady to come running out, handcuffs in hand. "Thanks for the reminder," she smirked, dangling the metal chains in my face. She clasped my hands behind my back, then slammed the door again. I looked around, although there wasn't much to look at. There was white - which might have not been with all the rust - walls (I guess you call them) with some weird equipment on the other side.

The door opened again, letting in sunlight. The man was standing there. "You may be wondering why we brought you all here," he said in a rough voice, "Well, we are both tired of you, Alex, calling the cops on us. And I see you're doing research on me? Stop. I may be him, or I may not be. For now, we're gonna lock you up like you want us. We know everything about you Alex, there's no place to hide."

I could hear the smile playing on his lips as he said I couldn't hide. I wish there was. This time, though, there wasn't. I had no aid, I was alone. Now I was the man. I had to protect the girls. It was my time to shine (or die) and even if it scared me, what had to be done had to be done. "What do you want from me?" Philip chuckled, shaking his head.

"Oh, young one, you wish you knew." He slammed the door in my face. Ann and Jessie have yet to speak, and it worried me. Suddenly, the engine started up. Then we were moving.

"Ladies," I whispered. Their heads turned towards me. "You alright?"

They nodded.

"You gonna speak?"

They shook their heads.

"Why?"

Ann shrugged. "They told us not to," Jessie said, then looked around.

"Not me. I'll ask you yes or no questions. Answer me straight-forward."

They nodded.

"Did you see their faces?" No.

"Did they put a gun to your head?" Yes.

"Did they say they'd hurt you if you spoke?" No.

"Me?" Yes.

"Why are they doing this? Do you know?" No.

"Are you hurt?" No.

I nodded, then looked around again, hoping for something to pop up that wasn't going to happen. The van came to a sudden stop, shifting us all forward. I slid myself along the floor to lean against the back of the van. The girls followed.

I tapped my foot on the ground, growing anxious. Reality had just sunk in: I was kidnapped. There was nowhere to go and no one to call. I was 120% helpless now, and even more so to Jessie and Ann. Mom. She was going to get home and I wouldn't be there. Our guests wouldn't be there. She doesn't know what has been happening; the police said not to tell over phone line for security purposes. What would she think? Would she think I went out, but get scared when I didn't return home? Would she think they did it? Would she call the police? If she did, would the tell her?

There were so many unanswered questions, and the worst part was none of them would be answered. Not now, not soon, and maybe not ever.

[A/N: Chapter 20!!!! Wow!!! That's an amazing feat since I never finish anything omg. I hope it was worth it for you guys because it was for me. Thanks for reading :)]