Kidnapped by 7 jerks

The walk of terror

Makayla's point of view

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I walked down the dark alley and all I could hear was the silent sway of the trees from nearby and the leaves crunching under my feet. I groaned and kept moving forward, pulling my jacket tighter around me and zipping it up quickly. I stopped as I heard several voices from behind me. "What time are we going over there?" I heard a young male voice whisper. "How am I supposed to know? I just want a girl." I heard another young voice snap back. His words sunk in quickly. He wanted a girl. See where I'm getting at? I'm a girl. "Crap." I muttered under my breath as I pushed myself up against the wall. "Dude, the next girl we see, we will take. Okay?" Another voice piped up as they walked closer. Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! I thought in a panic. Why didn't I listen to my parents?

"Well... Arn't you pretty?" A boy about 17 asked with a smirk as he stood in front of me with six boys behind him. I gulped nervously and thought fast. I raised my leg and kicked him where the sun don't shine. I then flung hits and slaps at the others. While they were all to shocked to move, I took off running down the street. "YOU LITTLE BRAT! GET BACK HERE!" Seven angry voices shouted running after me. I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I repeated in my mind as I continued running. Good thing I'm on track. "GET BACK HERE!" The boys shouted again. I ignored them and continued forward.

I ran all the way to my house and suddenly the footsteps behind me disappeared. I sighed in relief and opened my door and gasped at what I saw. There were the seven boys from the alley talking to my parents, as if they had met before. They looked so innocent but I could see straight though there disguises. "Awe! I'm so sorry! You guys can stay in our seven guest bedrooms for a couple of days if you like." My mom said kindly. "NO!" I shouted, causing everyone to turn towards me. My parents gave me each a look of confusion while the boys smirked at me. "We-uh... We don't know them mom. They are total strangers." I said convincingly. "Makayla, they need a place to stay. Now be a kind person, and show them to there rooms." My mom said sternly.

I sighed and motioned for them to follow me. As we were walking up the stairs I could feel all eyes starring at my butt. "Will you perverts quit starring at my arse?" I hissed. One of the boys put on a cocky smirk and held me up against the wall. His hands held my hips tightly against the wall and his body was pressed against mine. There was little space in between us and I wished silently that he would just leave. "What did you call us?" He whispered dangerously in my ear. My breathing picked up and I gulped nervously. The boy smirked against my neck and shook his head. He made a tsk, tsk, sound and I gulped once again. I was scared of them and I didn't even know them. "What. Did. You. Call. Us?" Another boy whispered from beside me. "Per-perverts." I whispered quietly. "Oh, babe. Your going to wish you never said that." With that the seven boys each walked into one of the seven guest bedrooms.

I couldn't move. I was scared and cerious. Curious because, I was wondering what they were going to do to me. I don't know what they told my parents but if it and about being on the streets it was a lie. You could tell they had mordent money. You could tell by the way they dressed. They didn't look rich but they DEFINITELY weren't poor. I silently walked up the stairs and into my room and flopped onto my bed. I made sure to lock my door and I moved two chairs in front of the door, I case anybody picked the lock. I didn't trust them and I didn't trust them when I was in my room with them so close to me.

There words from earlier played back into my head like there was a replay moment.

Flash back:

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"I don't care, I just want another girl." A boy snapped back. "Dude, the next girl we see, we will take her." Another boy piped up.

Snapped back into reality

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I was the last girl they seen. They followed me to my home. Oh. My. Gosh. What did I do?