Kidnapped at 13

Copyright© Marta Zach

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Chapter One~Maddi

I woke up up in the same squeaky old bed. My fingers numbly reached for the jagged side, crushing my hand under the heavy mattress. I reached for the knife which I had secretly hidden in my thick knit shirt a week earlier. My kidnapper didn't notice I stole it from his van.

Could I do it? I questioned, shaking from the unnerving chill of the basement, cutting into my index finger with the knife. Could I kill my kidnapper? I didn't have the heart. I was always kind, quiet, shy. I needed to remain civilized and pure, like a child should be. But I'm not a child anymore. Hot tears formed in my eyes, blurring my vision of the small room. I had turned 13 yesterday. I was officially a teenager. Instead if spending the day being careless and having the time of my life at the amusement park with my friends, I was sitting here, drowning in tears and dark thoughts of suicide. I wiped the tear on my cheek with my grimy finger.

I thought of my parents, and my twin sister Morgan. She looked exactly like me, with the same wide-set blue eyes, long lashes, nice build, and long blond hair. But she was he exact opposite of me. She got bad grades, had a loud voice, undeniable attitude, careless sense of mind, grungy style, and styled her hair in a sideswept style. She was smarter tha me, even, just cared less about school. I cried some more, my tears bouncing off of my nose. She probably missed me so much. And I missed her.

Then I heard it. It interrupted my thoughts. The loud crash, and the ear piercing sound of glass shattering, which I had gotten so used to hearing. Yet it always had me cupping my hands over my ears. I heard a muffled sound, like somebody trying to scream, yet unable to open their mouth. The crinkling of a bag along with loud footsteps had me raise an eyebrow, yet cringe in wonder. I leaned against the bed frame, ignoring the jagged metal seeping into my shoulder. I jumped at the sound of a door slamming. My heart pounded, and my hands shook.

I should put the knife away, I thought, and took to elaborately hiding it in a hole in my mattress. As soon as I crept onto the bed, the door burst open. I jumped. When my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw something familiar.

Chapter 1~ Morgan

I tried kicking with all the force I had left in my weak self, but it was no use. The bag that reached up to my neck had me enveloped so that my feeble body couldn't do anything. The tape over my mouth prevented any screaming. And the bag over my head prevented any seeing.

I was pushed further into the house. At lead I thought I was in a house. I tried kicking again, my foot smashing something made out of glass.

"What the hell you stupid little piece of shit!" He yelled, punching me in the rib.

I felt triumphant, although I didn't do much. Only sent a tingling coursing through my body, and got the air knocked out of me. A shard of glass had pierced my bare foot, and was drawing blood. Hopefully I was dripping blood all over his stairs, and that he would trip on the glass and smash his head open.

"Stupid blonde." He muttered.

He pushed me down the remaining flight of stairs. The glass was driven further into my foot. I winced as my back hit the edge of a stair, and when my head landed with a thud on the hard cement. He picked me up, and tried to make me walk. I couldn't. I was broken, and hurting. Anger coarsed through me. I've already been through too much. My beloved sister got kidnapped. I managed to shed some tears before her yanked me up. I stumbled and fell in the floor. My head felt numb, my back seemed broken. Then, before I knew it, I blacked out.