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Chapter Six: Wait a minute, who are you?!

I woke up in a dark room. There was a little window, and I just barely could see the sun rising. I've been here a whole day?, I asked myself. My hands were taped together, probably with duct tape and there was some on my mouth. I started to sit with my legs crossed, then I brought my leg (my only leg) up to my mouth and used my toes to take off the tape; it hurt, but at least I could breathe. I then tried to wiggle my hands free, I could now move them a little bit. I started to think of ways to get the duct tape off; I couldn't use my foot, so I had to try another way. I thought of a video that I watched one time that showed you how to get duct tape off your wrists. You had to slam your arms into your waist. It was a long shot, but I had to try. I stood up, almost falling on the way down, and then hit my hands into my back multiple times. It worked! My wrists hurt, and they were probably bruised, but they were free. I paced around the room, thinking of a way to get out of this place. I sat down, thinking about my brother. Then the door opened. A girl walked in and sat down beside me. She looked about my age. She looked at me and then whispered, "I'm Rebecca, what's your name?" I looked at her, wondering if I should trust her, and then I said, "My name is Patricia, Trish for short."

"Wait, Trish?! As in Zach's sister, Trish?" She asked, half confused, half excited.

"Yeah... I'm Zach's sister, why?" I asked, questioning her.

"Hold on, I'll be right back", she said, getting up. I thought about why she knew my brother and that's when it hit me. What if this is the place that Zach is being kept? I stood up, thinking about where I was, why I was here, and who took me. All I remember is two men taking me and putting me into the van.

A/N: A short one, I know.