Hijacked.

Starry night.

"You can't do this to yourself. You have so much more potential than this. Don't give up on yourself and most importantly don't give up on God. Remember all the things we have planned? It's going to be better than sitting here wallowing in self pity. I don't want to see you harm yourself again. I love you no matter what. Jesus loves you no matter what."

I tried to kiss Dylan but he put me on the couch instead-he knew it was the alcohol. He shook his head then went into the kitchen to get me some water.

"My head hurts like crazy. I need aspirin."

"What am I going to do with you?."

My phone beeped.

'Still want to see your mum? Meet me at 11:30pm at the house beside The shack.

P.S do not even think of informing the cops -B.'

The shack was a rundown restaurant on the outskirts of the city. I hid my phone when Dylan walked back into the room, I didn't want him asking about the text message. I was determined to do this on my own.

"Need anything else?" he asked and placed a bowl of tomato soup in front of me. The steam wafted up my nostrils and enticed me to take a spoon.

"I'm alright. You could go home tonight, I'll be fine."

"Are you sure? I'll rather stay here and make sure you're alright."

"No!" I said quickly before correcting myself. "Um, I mean no thank you. I'll be fine" I assured him.

"I'll have to wait to see how you're doing."

"Okay. But I promise I'll be fine just in case you want to change your mind," I said batting my false eyelashes and putting on a sugar sweet pout.

The dark clouds had settled over my house. I glanced over to Dylan and saw him slowly drifting off to sleep. As I plied his arms of my couch his eyelids fluttered and I prayed that he wouldn't wake up. I tip-toed to my room and slipped on a tan leather jacket to shield my arms from the cool night and custom made Nike Roche runs . I snuck out of the house and drove my Mini Cooper.

The still night loomed over me. I stood outside the house waiting for someone or anything. I could hear loud music blaring from speakers and the smell of tobacco filled the air. I scrunched my nose and looked around. The house was at the edge of a small forest and the floors were not paved. The rocky ground was strewn with litter and I even spotted used bullets. A dark, huge figure came out of the door and signaled for me to enter. I stepped into the barely lit house.

"Who are you looking for?" he bellowed.

"B," I said.

I was led to an even darker room with just a single bulb hanging over a table in the center of the room. I sat on the cold metal chair and let my hands fumble with my bag. I knew if they tried to kill me there was no way I was going to be able to call the police because I forgot my phone. Just as I finished looking through my bag for potential weapons a small man walked in and sat across me-uncomfortably close.

"I hope you haven't brought anyone with you," he said.

I shook my head and looked at the floor.

"Okay. Now my boys have had her transferred from the location where she was held. We need to start talking prices before we release her."

I swallowed hard to refrain myself from slapping and ordering him to produce my mum.

"What do you want?"

"What's a little girl like you going to bring to the table? I should have gone straight to your dad but security is tight. He wouldn't mind coming here for you though". The evil man smiled.