I woke up on a couch, blindfolded and tied up. Instinctivley, I rolled off the couch and landed on my face. Holding in a yelp of pain, I dug my nails into my palms and drew blood. I rolled on.
Click, a gun reloaded much to close to my head.
"Not trying to escape, are we?" Sam asked. I shook my head in response. "Good, because we've got a surprise for you,." he said. Sam lifted me up around my waist, sat me against a wall, and untied my blindfold.
"Mom!?" There, in the middle of the room, sat my mother. She had ductape over her mouth and around her wrists and her ankles. My mom looked over at me, tears in her eyes. Jackson put a gun to her head.
"Answer me one question and we'll let your mother live," Sam bargained.
"What?" I asked, desperation clear in my voice.
"Where's Anna?" I had no clue.
"I-I don't know," I stammered. Jackson loaded the gun and my mother flinched.
"Last chance, Miss Thorn," Sam said.
"I promise, I don't know! She's dead, for all I know!" I yelled worridly.
"Dead?" Sam seemed to be caught off guard.
"Yes, you shot her in the head when the police found us." I was frantic. Sam stood me up and held my head in place, so I was watching my mom.
"Shoot." Sam said. I screamed in terror as my mother's blood spattered my shoes. Sam cut my bindings and left me with her dead body.
"Oh, mom," I cried, "I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. I love you, Mom." I hugged her around the neck. When I pulled away, my shirt had gone from light blue to murky red. My pocket buzzed. My iPod! I had forgotten all about it.
"Kimmy: Hey! Where are you? 8:02 pm" blinked across the screen. I pulled up the messaging app and typed two words: Track me.
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Abducted
Mystère / ThrillerEmily Thorn is15. Its an average Thursday in May. Her younger sister, Bonnie, and her are walking home from soccer practice. An icecream truck pulls up. As it turns out, the vendors do more than sell gobs of creamy delicousness, they abduct girls as...
