Don't Be Scared

ONE

It was Tuesday morning, I woke up and threw on a pair of black ripped jeans and a white T-shirt, grabbed my bag and went downstairs to eat breakfast. It was supposed to be a regular Tuesday, get up, get dressed, and go to school. It went as planned until school got out, that's when things took a sharp turn. I was walking to my mom's blue pickup to hop in and go home. That was the moment my life changed in a way I never thought it would.

I hopped into the truck and turned over to say hi to my mom, but it wasn't her, it was a man who looked like he was in his mid-twenties. He was attractive, but not my mom's type, she always had some new boyfriend of hers picking me up from school so I didn't think much of it, though I would have appreciated a call or something. The man looked over at me and smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

He started up the truck and began to drive, we had gotten out of the view of the school and away from most people when he gave me a devilish grin, he slid his hand into his leather jacket and pulled out a black handgun, cocking it next to my ear. An audible gulp escaped my throat.

"Who are you?" I asked in a shaky voice, a tear threatening to stain my cheek.

"Don't worry about who I am gattina, just worry about me pulling the trigger, though I would hate to kill such a gorgeous young lady." He looked over at me with a devilish grin and a wink. I had to bite my tongue so I didn't scream while he ran the barrel of the gun down my cheek, pushing my hair away from my sweaty face.

"Give me your phone, I can't take any chances with the advanced technology you carry in that pocket of yours." I slid my hand into my pocket and tried to calm my nerves while I handed my phone to him. Fighting could make things worse. He could shoot me. He could kill me in a matter of seconds. My mom will notice I'm gone sooner or later and everything will be fine. I tightened my grip on the seat belt as I stared at him.

"Oh calm down gattina." He lowered the gun and let it rest on his leg, still keeping a grip on it with it pointed at me.

"I won't hurt you unless I must and I still would try and make sure I didn't hurt you too badly. My name is Christefano Bambino, you may call me Chris for your American pleasure" He sounded a bit annoyed, I don't know how I didn't notice how thick his accent was.

'Probably because you were too busy freaking the fuck out!' The little voice in my head screamed at me.

We drove in silence for at least an hour, everytime I moved he looked at me and reminded me of the gun in his hand. I reminded him I was very aware of the weapon pointed at me.

'This sass of yours is going to get you killed you dumb fuck' my brain screamed.

"Please just tell me what you want from me," I said shakily with a sigh. I had no money, hopefully he wasn't going to ask for ransom cause my mom wouldn't send a penny to get me back.

"We're here" he muttered as he pulled up to a large house in the middle of nowhere. Even if I wanted to remember something, I couldn't, we were in the middle of the woods, there was nothing but trees, not a single thing to point out to the police when, well more so if, I got away. That explains why he didn't blindfold me.

"Where the hell are we?" I questioned in a terrified voice.

"Watch your language" He looked down at me, eyebrow raised. I had nothing on him. I was 5'3, he looked 6'2.

"You will be staying here with me until I tell you that you may leave." He blankly stated.

Chris opened his car door and walked over to my side and opened it for me, his hand extended, waiting for me to grab it.

"I can get out myself, thank you" the words spilled out of my mouth and I quickly realized I should be more careful with my tone. His jaw clenched at my words and his hand dropped down to his side.

I followed him into the house, when he opened the door a few men were sitting on the couch, they all stood up and nodded their heads to Chris. He looked over at a man who looked only about nineteen, maybe twenty. The man nodded his head and walked into another room. Chris looked at me and sighed.

"Sit down with the boys, I'll be back in a few minutes" Chris stated in a strained voice.

I walked over and felt all eyes on me. I sat down and stared at my hands as I played with the silver ring on my finger. I kept questioning myself on why it had to be me, why I had to end up here, I wish these people lived in a shack or something so I could stop eyeing everything in this damn room though.

"W-where am I?" I cursed myself for stuttering. They all looked at me until a blonde haired man with some stubble finally answered me.

"You're at the bosses house, you will be staying here for a while. Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you. You will be expected to do as told, when told, no matter what, where, when, or why. You do not want to disobey us, keep that in mind. Inteso? Oh, and I'm Carson." He put his hand out to shake mine with a white toothy smile and then sat back with his feet up on the table after I denied him.

Chris walked in and told the boys to meet Aiden in the other room. Carson quickly threw his feet off the table. Chris walked over to me and grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me into a bedroom and closing the door behind him. He backed me into a wall and towered over me, his outreached arms caging me in.

"My sister will be in here in a few minutes, she will be fixing your hair and clothes. You will join me tonight for dinner with the others, we will be going to the public, but you will be watched like a hawk, so don't even think about trying anything stupid. I don't want to have to deal with the headache of finding you again, besides I always have a gun on me." He winked at me and walked away, closing the door behind him.

Within the next five minutes of looking through some clothes and waiting for his sister to come in, I heard a few knocks on the door before the key turned and it opened. A cute little girl being held in the arms of a black-haired woman with blue eyes smiled at me.

"My name's Madelyn and this is Brooklyn, my daughter." The black haired lady set the little girl down on the bed. Brooklyn began to smile as she looked at me.

"Hiya, pretty lady!" Brooklyn shouted in a cheery voice, jumping up and down.

"Hi, Brooklyn," I said, smiling at the little girl.

"My name is Riley" Her curly brown hair and caramel colored eyes matched the brown shirt she was wearing.

"Okay, so we'll start with picking out your dress, which I already did. You're going to look absolutely stunning in this." Madelyn had a sweet, almost calming voice.

She pulled out a dark apple red dress with a slit up the left side where my leg would be exposed. It had a beautiful lace design on the chest part with roses. It was beautiful, but on me, oh god no, it would look horrid. I could never pull something like that off. Hell, what am I even thinking, I was kidnapped and my worry is if I'm gonna look good in this dress? God my mind is so fucked. My thoughts began to cloud my mind until I heard Madelyn speak again.

"Come sit." She motioned toward the chair she was pulling out from the antique white vanity.

"We'll start with your hair."