I awoke to see light filtering through a small basement window. I felt a throbbing pain shoot up my leg. I looked down to see my scraped leg, blood oozing from the sides. I winced in pain as I tried to sit myself up; I was on a hard mattress. The walls were made of brick, and the basement smelt of cement and oil. I tried my hardest to sit up once more ,but the attempt was useless. I sat back down ,and the thoughts came swirling in my brain all at one time: my mom, Peter, my dad, and Jermey. I could picture her pacing, worry plastered across her face, in our small cottage-style kitchen. I saw her dialing my phone number and leaving dozens of messages asking where I was and why I didn't come home last night. I could see Peter and my dad sitting, in those ugly ass chairs my mom bought at Ikea; I envisioned them trying to reassure my mom that everything would be fine, although that was a lie. Then ,after countless hours of worrying, I could picture her dialing the phone to West Prep to try to get ahold of my brother, Jermey. My thoughts were brought to a screeching halt , when I heard the loud creaking of a door opening. A few minutes later , the door to the basement was aggressively swung open. I was face to face with a tall muscular man; his arms were grazed with tattoos. If weren't for the whole kidnapping ordeal, i could've said this man was attractive.
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Teen Fiction•Amelia Heron was a normal eighteen year old girl. She had dreams and goals that involved the love of her life, Peter. Her parents were caring and safe and so was her brother, Jermey. Her life seemed picture perfect until she was grabbed by a man w...
