Give Me A Reason

Chapter Two

Hey this isnt edited :DDDddDdaf

My energy was wasted by the time the man dragged me down the stairs. I screamed, kicking my feet into his shins. He grunted, pulling me closer towards the knife that he threatened me with only minutes ago. Instantly, I shut my mouth as he brought the knife to my face.

"It's no use, Caden. You're so weak!" He chuckled like it was some kind of joke.

"Where are you taking me!" was all I could cry out. Even if I could make him loosen his grasp, it would be no use. I dug my nails into his skin but he showed no sign of any significant pain. We were already down in the kitchen. He still tugged me with him towards the back door, me still kicking and he, still approaching my back porch.

"Now, that wouldn't be the smartest thing to tell you, would it?" He shuffled behind me, still gripping my wrists. This felt exactly like the teasing fights my dad and I would have at times. We would playfully punch each other and he would always grip my wrist so I couldn't fight back...

I would do anything for my dad right now.

"Please," I whimpered, finally melting into his arms. I wasn't strong enough to handle his force. All I can use now are words.

"Please. My parents have money, they- they could give you money. Just please," I begged. He stopped for a moment.

"Caden, your parents are exactly why I'm here," he stated. I stared back at him, trying to push myself away from the door.

"Then go talk to them! They could give you money!" I cried, hot tears forming in my swollen eyes. The carpet before the back door itched at my feet, making me more uncomfortable. I continued to shake in fear as he stopped in silence. The light outside was now able to light up my house just enough that I could see. The fog carefully traced over the grass as dew seemed to lather it. Waiting for his reply, I gave one last tug.

No budge.

"That's exactly what I need, Caden, but it's not going to work. Not in that way," his tone was more softer. Sad.

"It could. I could tell them that you're my friend or something. That you need money," I continued forming lies. I turned to look at the black mask over his face. He looked so evil and scary to me, but I could almost break him.

He sighed. "No."

He finally finished what I was afraid of. He pushed me out the door, the terrible coldness sucking me in. I screamed, but then he brought the knife back.

"One more time and I'll make sure you have a terrible, terrible," he let the words linger..."death," he waved the knife over my face, rubbing it in. I swallowed, letting a few tears drip.

I heard the faint sound of the screen door shut, and then it was all I could process. Everything felt blurry and so unreal.

My feet were dragged across the grass, becoming soaked by each step. The fog was blocking my view. I could almost hear a car engine, but at this point I assumed everything was fake.

"Pick up your feet, sweet Caden," The man whispered, putting the frigid blade back onto my tender flesh. I flinched, but continued walking. I hoped to see someone driving out this early, someone who could help me. But all I could hear was one single car engine.

Words couldn't explain my fear. So much fear, so many reasons. The blade, for one. The thought of my parents.

The man behind me.

I kicked just slightly, hoping he world change his mind and let me go. But instead he gave me another warning by setting the knife just above my chest. I squeezed my hands together, closing my eyes. My feet almost stopped moving, but I forced them on before he noticed. I could feel his large, sweaty hand still wrapped around my wrists. My wrists were so small and frail...

"Get in the trunk," his voice shot at me. I flicked my eyes open, hearing the engine, along with seeing the car. I glanced around one last time. Nobody was outside.

"No," I said softly.

"What did you say?"

"Let go of me!" I yelled, pulling my wrists forward. I could almost feel them slip between his fingers, but then he returned with a tight grip. Someone had to have heard me. If not, that would be the end.

"Give me a reason," he whispered. I stood, thinking of a reason.

"Because I'm too young," I shot out.

"Too young for what? Punishment?" He asked. I nodded my head lightly.

But what did he mean by punishment?

"Never," he said, pushing me towards the trunk. I pulled forward one more time, but instead I felt a large line of pain stretch across my cheek.

He just hit me.

The hot tears erupted, gushing from my eyes. He opened the trunk, the small car not enough for me obviously.

Me, Caden Lansing. Fourteen year old girl.

He pushed me in carelessly, making me fall into the black fabric. He pushed me in fully, kicking my legs back into the darkness. He lifted up his foot, kicking me straight in the shin.

"At least we know you won't runaway anymore, right?" I looked up at him, his face a blur.

"Sweet dreams, Caden," was all he said before slamming the trunk door.

Sweet dreams.

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Hey everyone! This might be a short chapter :3 Anyways, if youre thinking "Omg Caden is so weak," then imagine yourself going through all of this. I'm pretty much basing this off my reaction if I was ever abducted.

(Did I ever tell you my cousin almost abducted me? :D)

I just checked this chap over and instead of putting "Sweet Dreams" I put "Sweat dreams" and I pooped my pants