Stolen

Chapter 2: Stolen.

A hand held back my forehead, and something sticky covered my mouth. Someone pulled me back into their grasp, and put a blind fold on my eyes. I tried to scream, but something was pinning my lips together, making not a sound come out except a quiet whimper. I could hear someone else whispering very low. I jumped up, and down trying to make a thumping sound for someone to help me. Someone wrapped something around me, making me unable to move. That item that was being wrapped around me became unbelieveably tight. I thought I wouldn't be able to breathe.

I felt someone, very strong, lift me up, and put me into something very small, and thin. I thought I would fall. I was being moved quickly.. someone was running with me. After about 30 seconds of being carried in something, I could hear someone panting, out of breath. I started to strugle out of whatever was wrapped around me, and as I was struggling something whipped my back. The whip stung my back. A warm tear ran down my pale cheek.

I landed in something shallow and hard, and heard something close. I'm guessing I was being dropped in a trunk, because it sounds like my mom's trunk being shut. I heard car doors being opened twice, and closing twice.

There was something next to me. It was warm, stiff, and still.

Is this a joke? Are my friends pulling a prank on me? Because this is not funny.

Plus, where's my mom? Where am I going? Who is taking me away from my mom? Am I getting.. kidnapped? I saw kids being kidnapped in movies before, but the kidnappers don't take girls like me.

I have blonde straight hair, I'm not super skinny but I'm not chubby. I have greenish-blueish eyes, and I'm pale white. Who would want to kidnap ME? Usually in the movies they kidnap the pretty brunettes, with wavy hair, and that are skinny. So why me?

The bumpy ride was about 10 minutes, but felt like forever.

I heard the trunk open, and someone lifted me up. I could feel that I was being carried over someone's shoulder. Soon I heard keys, and a door open.

"Welcome home!" a deep male voice said as I thumped to the floor, feet first.

Someone was taking me into their home, and I don't want to be welcomed anywhere, but home. My REAL home with my mom.

The tight item wrapped around me loosened up, and the blind fold came off. The first thing I saw was a person with a blind fold over their eyes.. This person was too fimiliar. This person was Abby.