Kidnapped

Chapter Six: Beatdown

A/N- Sorry this took so long to upload! I ran out of ideas for a while.

Carla

This little kid seriously has the nerve to walk in here and take charge. Who does she think she is? If we couldn't escape out here ourselves then I know damn well she can't get us out.

"Alright kid. What's your plan." I asked.

She rolled her eyes before answering, "Well, you guys said you recently tried escaping but was unsuccessful, right?"

"Yeah.."

"Well, let's wait a week or so before we try again. The next time our.. 'master' leaves us in here alone, why don't we just walk out of here though the front door?" she asked.

It got silent, and I looked around at everyone's faces right before we all burst out in laughter.

Marina's face turned pale white. "I-is something funny?"

"You're kidding right? Okay first off, he locks that door, and second, we wouldn't make it halfway down the block without him catching us. He's like a freaking ninja spy." Candace mumbled before rolling her eyes.

"Well.. I've got 12 years of locksmith-ing knowledge so I think that can pay off. And I'm not stupid. I can sneak us out with out him finding out."

"Sure about that kid?" Brandi asked.

"Positive." Marina smirked.

Angie

I heard my alarm sound pounding in my ears the next morning. I angrily hit the snooze button and sat up.

"Better go check on Amy before some one decides to try to steal her again." I said to my self.

As I walked into little Amy's room she was sound asleep, which made me feel warm inside.

"C'mon Amy. Time to go to day care."

"I no wanna go." she groggily whined.

I rolled my eyes taking her out of her crib and started getting her ready. As I was about to open the front door I heard it ring.

"Great timing." I muttered.

I opened it to a tall brunette man, maybe about six foot.

"Hi. Can I help you?" I asked confused.

"Yes! Hello. George Bakerman here. I'm a.. couch sales man. I was just stopping by a couple random houses in the neighbor hood for couch inspections." he said with an annoyingly large grin on his face.

"Um... Couch inspections?"

"Yes. Just to see if it's clean or if it needs a replacement."

"This is my house. I think I would know if my couch isn't clean." I rolled my eyes.

"I didn't mean to offend you ma'am, but.. it's mandatory by the board that every neighborhood gets a couch inspection." he said.

"Yeah, whatever. Well I'm sorry to burst your bubble but I'm about to head out, and I'm gonna be late."

"Oh, this will only take a second." he insisted.

I finally gave in and sighed, "Fine. But hurry. Up." I mumbled.

As he stepped inside I put Amy on the carpet, remembering that I had left my sunglasses in the bedroom.

"I'll be right back." I said.

"Take your time." the man smiled.

"That guy is freaking weird." I muttered to my self rummaging through my

drawers.

"Where the hell are those- aha. Here they are." I smiled as I held up my black Ray-Bans sunglasses.

I happily walked out the room getting ready to leave, "Alright I'm-

..Amy?!"

I began to panic. Amy and the salesman were gone! And the door was wide open. He must be that kidnapper from Amy's school. Dammit! Dammit, dammit, dammit!

I sped out the front door and looked left and right for any sight of them, but they were no were to be found. My heart was beating a mile a minute, and I felt my eyes welling up with tears.

"Mommy!" I heard Amy yelled from God knows where.

"I'm coming baby!" I yelled shakily and began running down the street.

I was running for about 3 blocks and was about to pass out, so I stopped to rest in a dark alley. That's when I heard Amy calling me again, but even louder. Way louder, as if she was right next to me...

"Mommy!" she yelped.

"You!" I screamed angrily when I saw the kidnapper place Amy on the ground at the end of the alley.

I ran to the other side, and before he could speed off, jumped on his back. I dug my nails into his forehead and he screamed in agony. He finally threw me

off of his back and ran off. I got up and yelled after him, "We're gonna find you, you son of a bitch!"

I turned around and looked at Amy's scared little face, and that's when I felt the tears coming down.

"Amy." I wept as I picked her up into my arms.

"Mommy." she whispered.

"It's alright." I whispered back, holding her closer to me. "Let's go home."

Peter (Kidnapper)

Fuck! That crazy bitch dug her nails right into my skin. I've been running for thirty minutes and finally found a secluded place to sit down.

I touched the top of my forehead then looked at my hand to see it drenched in blood.

"Shit."

I sighed and got up. Now I have to go home and explain this to my mom. Yes, my mom. I still live with her. And I still need to check on the girls. They could be planning another escape for all I know.

I turned the key in the lock and opened my front door. When I greeted my mom she almost dropped her bowl of cereal.

"Peter! What happened to your face?!" she exclaimed running towards me.

"Eh... This wild dog was chasing me and I was running from it, and it fell face first onto the side walk." I lied.

"But these seem like claw marks." She examined me.

"They're not." I rolled my eyes.

"Yes but-"

"I fell on the side walk okay?!" I boomed.

"Oh.. Okay." She said. "Well you go get cleaned up, and don't even think about going back to work. You need to rest."

"Alright." I mumbled making my way upstairs. That lady can be annoying sometimes.