Days went by, then weeks and possibly months of radio silence. I got food and that's it. They were beginning to get tired of me I could sense it. Until a couple of moments ago I almost forgot what their voices sounded like.
"We have to get rid of her. I'm done with her this isn't fun anymore"
"How are we gonna do that?"
"Kill her, bury her somewhere no one will find her and go on with our lives" said the British voice.
"There has to be some other way, I mean we can't just kill her."
"Sure we can. We'll do it tomorrow. Tonight, we make plans." Then I heard the sound of boots walking off. Another pair of feet were heading to the entrance of where I was at. I ran back to my bed, and pretended to be fascinated with the thin fabric.
Kellin stood in front of me looking nervous and exhausted. He kneeled down and looked at the ground as if in deep thought.
"How are you going to kill me?" I asked and then regretted it, if he tells me that's all I am going to think about.
He sat up in a hurry and glared at me.
"I'm not going to kill you!" He whisper yelled and threw his hands up into his hair. I flinched back not sure to be scared or relieved. We sat there in silence until he came up to me and put his scruffy hands up to my face.
"I'm going to get you out of here."
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Which leads us to where I am now. Kellin had made plans with Ed as if he were on his side. They took me outside and stuffed me back into their van ready to take me somewhere deserted. When we stopped I was thrown to the ground and Ed was about to hit me when kellin stopped him.
"Let me do it." He said with a venomous snarl. Ed backed off and handed him the gun.
"I gotta go take a piss and I'll meet you back here to bury her."
Kellin gruffly agreed.
"Okay, so I'm going to shoot the ground rather than you so he thinks you're dead. Then before he gets back you'll hop into the van and I'll drive. Leaving him no vehicle and us a head start. We'll later ditch this van in case someone is on to us."
He shot the ground and we were off. We rushed to the van and we just drove. We stopped at a couple of places, to get me new clothes and to get us food. We found a run down motel with a working shower and washed ourselfs off. He slept on the floor while I got the bed, and my thoughts.
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Taken
Teen FictionElizabeth Walters was your average 8th grade girl. She went to school, she played sports, she had friends and loving parents. But all that was taken away by her two captors. Afraid, hungry, wishful, cold, desperate We're the only things she felt fo...
