Taken

2.) Taken

"Are you wanting to go in the ambulance?" A paramedic came up to me. I shook my head and within minutes, they were driving down the street. I felt a boot on my back and I stumbled over. "THIS IS IS YOUR FAULT. IF YOU HAD TOLD MOM AND DAD TO HURRY, THEY WOULD'VE NEVER DIED!!" He yelled, punching me.

I got up and started to cry again. I sat on the pavement as I thought Carson was ordering an uber. "Go pack your stuff. They will be here soon."

"Who?"
"I don't know just pack your stuff!" I frowned and headed to house. Inside was all grey and drenched of water. I went up the stairs and inhaled a shaky breath. I looked at the top of the stairs where the outlines of their bodies were. I went into my room and grabbed some clothes, shoes and everything else I had.

I went into my parents room and took some of their wedding photos to remind me of them. I herd a car pull up so I zipped up my suitcase and went downstairs. I saw 3 men step out of the car and walk towards me. I glanced at Carson, who showed no emotion. The men grabbed me and dragged me back to the car.

"CARSON!! WHATS HAPPENING!! CARSON!" He just stared at me as I was thrown in the trunk and tied up. We sped away at at least 70mph, making me hit my head on the turns. We came round another corner and I hit my head. I felt dizzy then everything went black.

I woke up. 'Strange,' I thought. 'I feel like I've had a hangover.' Then I looked around. Memories slowly started coming back to me. My mom and dad. My brothers plain expression on his face. The men. I burst out into tears, grabbing my hair. I realised at that moment that I was also chained to the bed.

That made me sob even harder. I saw my case that I had packed and reached for it. Luckily I managed to open and I looked inside. All my photos of my parents were still in there. I picked one up and stroked it carefully. My sobs became louder when I saw one of the pictures was smashed.

Then I heard footsteps bounding up what I assumed to be a set of stairs. The door started unlocking and a buried my face in my hands, not wanting to see this kidnapper . I heard small steps coming towards me. I scrambled off the bed and fell back over, due to the chains on my legs.

I looked up and saw a man. Tall and muscular, Handsome. What the fuck am I talking about?! THIS MOTHERFUCKER KIDNAPPED ME!!

He reached for me arm but I refused. "Don't touch me you sick fuck!!" I screamed. I grabbed the broken piece of glass from the picture and started cutting my arms. I ignored his attempts to take it off me, the panicked look on his face.

He finally swiped it off me and picked up the picture. I started sobbing and put my head down.

I felt his arms pull me up and he studied me closely. "Can you just kill me already?" I sobbed to him. He pulled me towards him and I started shaking. "We won't hurt you at all in any way." He said reassuringly.

"THEN WHY THE FUCK DID YOU TAKE ME?!" I yelled. I realised what I had said and his face turned a shade darker. "I-I'm sorry s-sir." I said quietly. 2 more men came up the stairs and started laughing.