Kidnapped (Unrevised version)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Chelsea's POV

Do you know how it feels when you get so excited for something just to get it taken away?

Well, I really hope this isn't one of those moments.

I can't help but fidget with my hands and wait very impatiently. Drew, come back. Set me free. "Gwendolyn, baby girl, you have to get out of here. Find Daddy, and tell him not to come back for me." She says. I couldn't help but quote one of my favorite books, Set Me Free by Rebecca St Ange. Random parts from books just pop into my head when I think about them.

Why is Mark even here? I thought he was gone all day. Oh, I really want to get out! But hey, I've been here sense September 23, 2009 and it's April 26, 2014. I can wait a little bit.

If you're wondering how I know what day it is, I've been tallying the ground. I don't want anymore tallies. I've never been this inpatient. You think I'd be able to wait just a little longer but it's just driving me insane. It's like when your running a race; once the finish line comes back into view you find your last bit of energy and run as fast as you can. I just want to use that last bit of energy and run as fast as I can to freedom.

"Why don't you go for like a walk or something?" I heard Mark ask.

Can you be more obvious? Not that I'm complaining or anything.

"Why?" Drew's deep voice responded in a sassy way.

"I need to get some things done around the house and I don't need you in the way," Mark snapped. No, don't piss him off. He'll take it out on me, damnit.

"Then I'll just stay in my room," Drew shot back.

"No, you will leave. You'll just get in the way, like the waste of space you are. You don't need to ruin my life just because your parents aren't here for you to ruin theirs."

Drew ruined his parents life? How?

Drew didn't answer. Instead I heard the pounding of footsteps and a door slam shut. Hopefully Drew stormed into his room and didn't actually leave.

I heard the jangling of keys and shouting before my ceiling door flew open and Mark came down, closing the door above him. He was livid. I could see the veins popping out of his forehead and neck. This guy really has a short temper and gets mad over nothing. Like for real though. They're whole argument escalated quickly.

"I can't keep risking getting caught. Andrew will end up finding you. Sorry to break it to you sweetie, but your done. It was nice doing business with you while you were here but it's time for you to go," Mark said nonchalantly while taking out "my" pocket knife from his back pocket.

My stomach started churning and my heart rate sped up dangerously high. I could feel sweat forming on me. This is it. Could You please send my family the message that I love then and Drew thank you?

Mark pinned me to the ground, not showing any sign that I was fighting back as hard as I could. My stomach was pressed up against the floor and my lungs felt like they would collapse from Mark's fat ass.

I heard the material of my shirt being cut off, leaving me in my bra. I gave a blood-curdling scream as Mark drove the knife into my skin in the exact spot as my scar from my earlier years here when I almost died before. Keeping it a couple inches in, he dragged it along the same path until the end of the scar.

My face was soaking wet from tears and my throat was started to turn soar from all the screaming. I've never felt this much pain. God, please make it stop!

BANG!

The ceiling's door flew open and in dropped Drew. No, he's going to get hurt too. Please God. Please just have Mark kill me off and keep Drew alive. "Get the fuck off of her," Drew said in a menacing voice.

"How the hell did you find out!?" Mark got off of me and stood in front of Drew. He held the knife up like the freaky killers do in scary movies.

"I could hear Chelsea."

"It's soundproof!" Mark said.

"It quit its job," Drew laughed wryly.

Mark lunged at Drew and I screamed for him to run. To leave me, like in all those dramatic movies. Except I was actually being serious. Mark turned his head in my direction and slashed the knife out towards Drew before running over to me. He kicked my head multiple times making me cry out even more. My vision started to turn blurry as I saw the blood drip from Drew's face. Drew lunged towards Mark this time. Then everything went black.

Drew's POV

I lunged towards Mark and tried to grab the knife from his hand. He had sliced my cheek but it's not as bad as I'm sure it looks. I glanced over to see how Chelsea was doing, which I'm doing a terrible job at protecting her by the way, and she had passed out. Dammit. My distraction made it easy for Uncle Mark to knee me in the stomach making me bend downwards. He elbowed me in the face causing blood to not only come from my cheek, but my nose also. I've never lost a fight once and I don't intend on starting.

I wiped off the blood with the back of my hand and swung at Uncle Mark, giving him a good punch in the eye. I then kicked his knee which caused him to grab it in pain. Grabbing onto his ears, I brought it down into my knee. What know, mothuhfuckuh?

Uncle Mark dropped to the ground. That gave me the chance to rush to Chelsea's side. She was only in her bra and damn she looked good. Not the time, Drew. I had realized that I really like the nickname Drew.

I slid my shirt off over my head and tied it around Chelsea's torso, trying to soak up some of the blood. It soaked right through my black shirt, tinting it red.

Chelsea's cut up shirt was lying on the ground next to her, so I reached for it and covered my shirt with it. It didn't take long for the blood to soak through.

What am I supposed to do!? She's dying and-and I can't let that happen. I owe it to Z. Z, who knows her big sister's alive. So she can prove her parents wrong. Even thought she made me play Pretty Pretty Princess's with her...

I was about to take my jeans off to use those as blood-dryer-uppers when something slid over my mouth. I gasped in shock which only caused me to collapse on the ground next to Chelsea while my vision went dark.

Mark's POV

I laughed at Andrew's naiveness and climbed back up the rope latter. I locked the door and walked up the stairs into my bathroom. Disposing of my bloody clothes, I took a shower. If the soundproof room doesn't work anymore, then Jane will hear them if they wake up.

I'll have to dispose of her.

After getting ready, I sat at the kitchen table with a gun in my hands waiting for my too peppy of a wife to come home. I cleaned off the dried blood on the gun's barrel as I waited for her. Finally I heard the car pull into the driveway.

The door unlocked and Jane stepped in. She set her bags on the ground and locked the door before turning around. "Hello dear! How was your da-" I pulled the trigger before she could finish her useless ramble. One down, two to go. Well, maybe three more. You never know if I might just have to "take care" of Chelsea's little sister.

A/N

Hey guys! So, what do you think? My shout out is kinda different this chapter; instead of suggesting a book, I'm suggesting for you guys to bombard @ashtonsauer with messages about starting a book. Give her inspiration, guys! Please vote and comment! God bless and thank you all so much for reading. PS- I tried to make this chapter longer

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