Amber Alert [Published - Sample only]

Chapter 2- "Who are you?"

I watched in horror as Andy fell to the ground. The blood was pooling on his shirt, the breath had been torn from his lungs, and the warmth of his eyes turned stone cold in front of me. I screamed, pained by the loss and taken by the fear as the man grabbed onto me and pushed me toward his car. I toss until I hit my head and wake up from the nightmare. My hand instantly touched a concrete wall I had slammed my head against, instead of the pillows I had on my bed at home.

It was too dark to see, but I knew where I was. In the concrete box he had thrown me into yesterday or earlier today. I was hard to tell time since there wasn't a window or a clock. He had taken my phone the second he could, and without it or any other source of light it remain cold and dark, like death's personal room. I shivered as I remembered my nightmare and the darkness that had taken over Andy's eyes. He died the second that bullet pierced his skin. Whether it hit him in the heart, or punctured a lung, it didn't matter he was dead. I killed him; it was my fault. If I had shown up later or just gone to his house instead, he could still be alive, and I wouldn't be here. It was all my fault!

I cried until I ran out of tears. My eyes grew used to the darkness of the room. I was able to see the photos of other twelve girls that had been here before me. Hoping that their pictures would come to life and offer some advice or explanation to why and how to survive this, I got up to examine them. Of course, I knew the photos wouldn't offer assistance., but I needed something to hope for.

I looked at each picture closely, and regretted it instantly. They all had the same expression, fear, pain,, and had tear stained faces. Next to the pictures was a piece of paper, 'The Good housewife Rules' was scribbled across it.

"The what?"

There was a hard pounding on the door that almost caused me to jump out of my skin before he walked into the room. He was almost a foot taller than me, wasn't built, but was stronger than me. His eyes pierced into mine with an emotion that I didn't recognize, but feared instantly.

"Come with me Kelly," he said as he grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the stairs. The window was letting in very small amounts of sunlight through the cracks in the boards. Usually mornings were so beautiful to me.

"I'm not Kelly," I said weakly, tired from crying and screaming. As I took a step down the stairs I felt a hard shove on my back.  My body leaned too far forward, and my feet left the ground. I hit stairs with my shoulder before started rolling down to the bottom until I finally hit floor with a thud.

"You're Kelly," he growled angrily in my ear before he stepped over my crushed body and broken spirit and walked away from me. I didn't want to move, I couldn't move even if I tried, it hurt too much. My shoulder felt like I had dislocated it, my head was pounding, and my leg felt like it had pins and needles sticking into it, I let out a short breath that was meant to be a chuckle; the hospital would have a field day with me if I showed up. I had a feeling that wasn't an option here as it was at home; I went at least once a year for something. I'd be lucky to get a band-aid here I thought as I laid there and let tears escape my eyes. Everything hitting me once again, Andy's certain death, my kidnapping, my injuries, all of it my fault.

"Kelly, come make breakfast now!" The man yelled. I couldn't be sure where he was since the house was so empty that the noise resonated from everywhere at once. His booming voice made my head spin worse then before; I definitely had a concussion. "Kelly! You do as I say!" he shouted as he stomped his way back over to me. I felt his hand clasped onto a large chunk of my hair then forced me off the ground. "Now make breakfast for me and the boy!"

"Who?" I asked through tears as I was pushed me through the house

"Our son, Kelly," he said putting me in front of a beat up refrigerator. I could hear him walking back up the stairs and took a chance. I started to wobble toward the front door. I had to try to open it. I stumbled, using the walls to keep my balance and guide me to the door.. I blankly stared up the staircase, scared of his threats and power, but I had to try to escape.