Taken

Taken-1

Beccas POV

I was sitting there and in he walked with high confidence. I stayed where I was because I was highly afraid of him. As he walked closer and closer I grew more tense.

"Oh, Rebecca darling don't be so tense. I'm just here to have a short discussion on how you have been and why you didn't listen to my rules? Care to explain Rebecca? Or do I need to use another way to get it out of you?" He calmly asked me getting closer and closer as he talked to me.

"No sir I have been doing quite well. How about yourself?" I respond. He looks at me with a death glare immediately coming over to me. He was standing right above me as he started to talk again.

"C'mon now Rebecca! You don't think I'm foolish enough to realize your avoiding the main question! I guess I'm just gonna have to get it out of you the other way whether you like it or not." He yells at me.

This time he is on the bed straddling me. He slowly pushes me back. Each second gets more and more intense. He knows my secret and he uses it to his advantage. He starts to unbutton my shirt.

"Rebecca" a child's voice yells.

I fell of the bed. And that's when I woke up.

You might be wondering who I am and where I'm from but more importantly why I'm having dreams like that. So, I will tell you but you have to be careful if you don't want to get caught.

I'm Rebecca Allison Flynn. I'm mostly a Britt but I have a little bit of Irish in me. I live in Bradford, England in the year 2209. I am 17 years old and a high school dropout. I dropped out because my whole life I have been living in a world with slavery. I was born February 26th, 2192. Slavery started Late April in 2132. I have a father and a twin brother. My mother died trying to escape a tracker when we were 3. A tracker i-

"REBECCA!!!"

Any way back to me on the floor. I opened my eyes to see my brother poking at me like it's his damn job. So, I decide to be the bitch I am when I wake up.

"Get your darn arse off of me right now!" I say. He jumps apparently not knowing I was awake.

"Geese I was just waking you for breakfast and dad has something important to tell us" he says before getting up and out of my room.

After sitting there for a few minutes, I get up and get dressed before heading down stairs. When I get down there Brandon and my father are sitting at the table waiting for me. So, I go over there and sit down seeing the table already set.

"Mornin' guys. I know this isn't usually how we start our mornings, but I have news. Tonight, we got invited to a party at the Malik Mansion. The letter says there is a strict dress code. Becca you have to wear a dress no longer then knee length and strapless. Brandon, we have to wear a dress shirt and dress pants. If we don't there's a 500 dollar fine. So, since none of us have these clothes we are going to the fancy shop in town. We'll leave in a an hour." he explains after everyone finished eating.

So, when were done we leave and go to the store. I get sent to one and my brother and father go to another. I looked and looked when finally, something caught my eye. It was a mint blue strapless dress. I immediately tried that one on. It hugged my curves just perfectly. It was halfway to my knee and was sparkly down to my bust. I looked at the price and it was perfect. $350. It was under budget, $500. I bought it and came out of the store to see my brother and father waiting for me. I looked at the time. They seemed as if they had been waiting there impatiently for a while. I realized I was in the store looking for a little more than 2 hours. That means it's 2:00ish. We have to be at the mansion by 7:30.

We get in the car to go home and I start to think. Would i have taken 2 hours in that shop if my mum was with me? If she had escaped that tracker years ago would my family be where we are now? A tracker is someone who searches for girls to sell to our superiors. Each girl is worth different amount of money. Depending on their purity it can range from $25,000 to $100,000. In history books I've read about sex trafficking. It's just about the same thing I suppose. Just a different time and more acceptable in our society. Trackers are illegal. They go around taking girls from wherever they can find them. The just disappear and their families never get closure. My mom could be out there living, and we would never know. It's been nearly 15 years since my mom's disappearance. We've just assumed she's dead. It's bad to think about but it's our reality.

When we get home, I start getting ready for this god-awful party. I curl my somewhat straight hair and tie half of it back into a ponytail. I do my makeup which consists of mascara, eyeliner, light blue eye shadow, and a light pink lipstick. I put on my dress and look in the mirror. I think I did a pretty good job. I walk downstairs and see my dad and brother waiting for me, so we could leave and go to this party. When i get down my dad is almost in tears.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"You look so much like your mother. She would be so happy to see the young woman you've become. Come one, we've gotta go soon or we'll be late." he replies.

We get in the car and finally leave for the party. I was almost positive it was for Zayn Malik to take in a new female slave or 2. It's not legal and not write. The government knows but they just don't care anymore. I'm just hoping I won't get picked because I find my life just fine. So, as we drive to this 'party' just one question stays in my mind, who will get taken from their family tonight?

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Hi guys! I am currently re-writing and updating this story. Writing it at a young age i left out a lot of important details. I'm also editing and writing more for my creative writing portfolio. So much much more content will be created this month. Along with the fact that I am participating in NaNoWriMo. Expect more soon!

-Marissa