Tragically a Princess

Chapter 1 Princess Tessa

"Thank you so much for coming and saving me this weekend." My best friend Ava says hugging me.

"You know that I'm always here for you," I tell her. "If you need to come to stay at my house if you need to. You know that my parents consider you a second daughter."

"Thank you. It's good to know that I have a good friend like you. You are literally the best."

"Call me if you need anything, but I need to head home."

"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow at school."

"Bye," I say walking out the door. I've been at Ava's house since Friday night. We've known each other since preschool and we're now juniors in high school.

It's Sunday now, so it's time to head back home. I need to do homework before it's due tomorrow. I drive myself home and head inside. I have a five-year-old brother who doesn't know the definition of quiet, but it's quiet inside the house.

"Mom, Dad?" I call, but I don't get a response. Both of their vehicles are here, so where are they?

I sigh and pull out my phone. This is weird. If their vehicles are here, they should be here. They also left the porch light on, which isn't normal. I call Mom and I hear here phone ring from her room.

What's going on, this isn't right. I go and open the door and I can't. I want to scream, but it gets stuck in my throat. All three of them are dead lying in pools of blood.

Before I do anything a hand goes over my mouth and another around me. I scream into their hands as they pull me out of the room. These must be the people that killed them. I scream and kick, trying to get out of this hold. This can't be happening.

A man appears in front of me with a sad look on his face. "We're supposed to get out of here as fast as we can." The guy holding me says.

"We're sorry that we're doing this, this way. Princess." He says bowing.

"We don't have much time, and they could be watching the house right now, we need to leave."

Why did he call me princess and why did he bow.? None of this makes any sense. What happened to my family?

"We promise to explain everything to you as soon as it's safe." The guy makes a single and the guy lets go of me. I take off. I head straight for the back door. I barely make it into the kitchen before I'm grabbed again. I scream again, but a hand goes over my mouth. I do everything I can to get out of this man's hold. Everything except biting him, and that's only because I can't.

He brings me back into the living room and we stop in front of the other man. "I think we should go. She's not going to calm down and listen while those people are in the other room."

I through my head back causing him to move his hand. "Those people are my family!" I yell. Those people, that pisses me off. "Why-"

His hand goes over my mouth, holding me against his chest. "Yes, we should go while we can." He looks down at me. "I'm sorry we're doing it this way, Princess."

Why does he keep calling me princess? Please don't tell me it's some kind of sick pet name for me. That's sick.

He starts to walk towards the door and that guy holding me, pushes me after him.

I kick and squirm, making it as difficult as possible, hoping they'll stop. If they put me into a car I'm screwed, I can't let that happen.

The gut leading stops and checks outside to make sure they aren't being watched. He nods and I'm being pushed forward again. I squirm and yell as much as I can through his hand. "This is going to be a mess if someone hears her."

"It'll be fine. Can you handle her by yourself?"

"Yeah, I got her."

There's a back car at the curb waiting for us. I can't get in that. If I get in there I'm gone for good. The guy in front opens the back door of the car and I'm pushed in. I'm disoriented as I'm pushed to the floor.

By the time that I get myself sitting up, even though I'm on the floor, the car is moving. That means I'm screwed.

"Now Princess." The guy in the front seat says turning around. "Let's talk before you try fighting anymore. I'm sure you have many questions."

"Who are you? What do you want with me? Why did you kill my family? Why do you keep calling me Princess?" I rush out not moving.

"Why don't you sit up on the seat?"

"No, just tell me."

The two men exchange a look. "They want her back safely. I'm not sure that the floor is safe."

The man in the back with me reaches for me. "No, don't touch me!" I yell backing up as much as I can.

"Princess Tessa, you need to sit up on the seat willingly. If you don't, we will have to restrain you."

"Can we legally do that?" the man next to me asks.

"They want her home safely. If that means restraining her, so be it. Her safety is our number one priority."

My safety is their number one priority? What does that mean? I look outside to see that we're still in a residential area. If I could somehow get out of the car without dying I could getaway.

Before I can actually do anything, the man next to me is tying my feet together. "What- what are you doing?" I shriek. I can't move and there's no way to go.

He goes to move me up on the seat. I fight as much as I can with my hands, but I can do much as he quickly ties my hands together. Not being able to move gets to me and I break down crying as I'm lifted into the seat.

"I'll explain everything when she calms down a bit." The man says as I lean my head against the window.

"The sooner the better, and the easier it'll be for her."

"Yes, but she needs to be willing to listen."

~#~

I don't know how long it is before I'm able to calm down. "Princess..." I hear.

I turn to look at him. "Why do you keep calling me that?" I ask tiredly.

"To put it simply, because you are a Princess."

~#~

Thanks for reading the first chapter of my new story! Even though this is the first chapter, I already know how I want to change it. lol