Abducted

2. Vacation to Nowhere

The car ride was long. I couldn't see out the windows because they were painted black. When we finally stopped, my duct tape was removed and I got blindfolded instead. Derik called the other man Jackson. Bonnie stayed close to me the entire time. The men steered us as we walked.

"Welcome to your new home," Derik announced. I was inside a small building. I don't know how I could tell it was small, it just felt like being small. Bonnie and I were seperated. I was shoved in a room and had my bindings removed. There were no windows and only one door. "This is your bathroom," Derik said, pointing to the door. He hancuffed my right arm to the headboard of the bed. "Goodnight," he whispered, turning off the lights. Minutes later, I heard Bonnie scream. I jumped up and ran to the door. I only got so far.

"BONNIE!" I screamed over and over. Tears strramed down my face when her voice was cut off. I heard an awkward slam against the wall. Jackson stormed into my room. I froze. "What have you done to her?" I whispered. He smiled. What was with all the creepy smiles? This wasn't exactly a happy situation. Jackson walked forward ever so slowly. He grabbed my ponytail and pulled my not-so-bendable body back. He lifted up my shirt just a bit and pulled out a knife. My body went rigid with fear as the ice cold blade touched my skin. He drew blood and I let out a whimper of fear.

"No screaming, Emily. I thought you'd know this," he said. Jackson put his knife away. "Next time I will hurt you," he whispered. I nodded in understandment. Jackson left the room. I was abandoned in the darkness. I laid down on the lumpy bed. My stomach stung. Badly. I touched the wound. Blood still seeped out of the cut. I tossed all through the night, listening to the two men talking. Would I ever be free of their wrath? I slipped into the abyss of sleep.

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BONNIE'S POV

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I cradled my bleeding skull. Jackson had slammed my head into the wall. I had screamed because he threatened to cut me.

"Oh, Bonnie," he had said, "don't scream." And then slam! Jackson had bashed my face into the picture frame that had hung on the wall. Now my bed was soaked in the warm goo. I had tried to wrap my head in sheets, but had only made the bleeding worse. Where was Emily? I had heard her screaming my name. Had Jackson punished her too? I shuddered. I sat against the bedpost all night. I heard clips of the men's conversation. Not supposed to be here... What will he say... Just kill her off... We can keep her.... Never say a word... Wait, back it up. Kill her off! Oh no, oh no. My brain buzzed. Kill who? Fear seeped into my atmosphere. I had to get to Emily. Thump! Oh my gosh, what was that? Thump! This time I fell off my bed. A dirty hand grabbed my forearm.

"Help me,"

A/N:  So? Who do you think is under Bonnie's bed? My Nook is about to die, but I'll try to start on CH. 3 soon! Bye!