Kidnapped (h.s)

Chapter Two

     “You look nice," Stacy said as u shut the car door.

     “I tried. You look good too, who you trying to impress?" I asked knowing the answer already.

     “Harry is going to be there I think. You know, the really hot guy in our fourth hour!"

     “Yes Stacy I know Harry," I said. I try to play cool and hide my little crushes but who am I kidding? Harry Styles is gorgeous.

     We were silent for a little while until Stacy kindly informed me that we were almost there. When we pulled up there was a decent size line forming outside the door. This is it.

     I can here the music booming out of the building as we stepped in line. The lyrics were barely audible over the sounds of the people inside. When we got to the front of the line we had to hand security our I.D.s because it is a no-minor entry club. I'm almost nineteen and Stacy just turned eighteen so we were free to enter.

     “This place is packed!" I pointed out to Stacy but she wasn't paying any attention to me. She was staring up at the DJ. I looked up to see who it was but I didn't recognize him. He was tall, tan, unshaven, and we'll, he was sexy!

     “Who is that?" I asked still admiring his features as he played some killer songs.

     “I don't know but I'm going to figure it out!" she said as she started to casually walk over to the dj stand.

     While she did that I walked over to the bar to get a drink. I'm underaged of course but the bartender knows all of us. He was a senior when I started freshman year. Anyway, when he attends at the parties I go to sometimes he's usually glad to slip me a beer every now and then.

     “Hey Michael."

     “Hello Christina, didn't expect to see you here."

     “Stacy talked me into it."

    “Ahh, Stacy, how is she? Is she seeing anyone?" he asked almost creepily.

     “Um... no, but anyway I was wondering if you could... you know... grab me a cold one?"

     “Sorry Christy girl, but I can't. The security guy is catching on and he's been watching me."

     “Alright," I sighed as I stood up from my bar stool.

     I started to walk back towards Stacy when- “Wait, Christy!" I heard Michael say from behind the bar. I paused for a minute before turning around.

     “Yeah, Michael?" I asked curiously wondering what he could possibly want.

     “Well I was just wondering, you know if your not busy, if you maybe wanted to... I don't know... catch a movie maybe"

     I could barely comprehend the question for a moment. I was genuinely shocked that he would ask such a thing. We've been friends for years and I never thought he felt anything towards me.

     “Um sure, we might be able to do that." I said trying my best to be flirty even though I'm terrible at it. I smile and slowly walk away. I look over my shoulder for a moment just to find Michael still gazing at me.

     I thought the next thing I should do is find Stacy and tell her. She made me come to this party and I haven't seen her since we got here. I looked everywhere and I couldn't find her.

     I finally opened a closet and there she is sitting on the floor, lips locked with the hot dj. I gotta hand it to her she did good. She finally noticed me and paused for a second before giving the mystery dj one last kiss. They both stood up before she said anything.

     “Christina, hey, this is DJ Malik!" she said as she looked at him with the most tempting face she could make.

     “Hi I'm Zayn." he said as he reached out his hand, gesturing me to shake it. I accepted his offer as I introduced my voice. After talking to him for a few short minutes, I realized I was a bit jealous, I mean this boy is hot. I then remembered why I wanted to talk to Stacy.

     “Stacy, I need to talk to you for a moment please," I looked back at them and they were already back down on the floor with their tongues halfway down each other's throats so I decided to leave. I headed to the door wanting to get some fresh air to think with.

     I stepped out the door and the cold air hit me. It actually kinda felt nice. I walked down the street a little to a bench and sat down. I checked my phone and saw that my mom tested me an hour ago.

      “Staying over at Aunt Jens. Won't be home til tomorrow."

      “OK" was all I said, knowing she was probably sleeping now.

      I stood up to head back to the club and-

     Next thing I know I'm on the ground with a terrible headache. I'm moving? There is a tall man dragging me. We seem to be heading towards a black suburban.

As soon as I realized what was happening, I started screaming and kicking.

     “STOP! Let go of me! HELP!" I screamed as I beat the man with my fists and my toes. None of it phased him. Now I'm in the back seat between him and a heavy black man. I screamed one more time before a hand was slapped across my face.

     “Shut up!" I heard a voice snap at me. The man reached over and educators my mouth shut and blindfolded me. I squirmed but there was no way out of it.

     Oh hell no! Was all I thought when the man slapped me. If I ever get the chance I'm gonna kill him.

     We continued to drive for what must have been at least an hour. We haulted to a stop. I could hear the tires skid on gravel as the truck stopped. They took off my blindfold and pulled me out of the truck.