Taken From Home

A/N: Heyyyy I'm back! Anyway, hello again everyone how are we. I hope you all enjoy this story, I like it but then again that doesn't really count since I'm the one that wrote it which is why I'm letting you all read it so you can tell me what you think of it. So I'll stop talking and let you get on with the written word :)

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      Friends, laughter, air, freedom, unapproved of, mine. Family, fake smiles, forced laughter, gleaming expensive world. Shouting, tears, doors slamming, cool air on my hot face, teary vision. Cozy cafe, comforting smells, guy with emerald green eyes asking if I was okay, offering to buy me coffee. Him leading me to a table, sitting down handing me my cup. Talking, smiling, laughing, then we were walking. Soon after there was nausea, sudden dizziness, him guiding me to his car saying he'll take me home; and then nothing.

     I noticed three things when I woke up, one my mouth was completely dry, two all I could smell were pancakes. I noticed the third when I opened my eyes, I had no idea where I was. The room I was in was plain as far as colour went, the walls were storm cloud grey and the wood furnishings were a soft beige. From where I was laying on the bed I could see the door, which was in front of me, a plain two door wardrobe, and a small vanity covered in bottles with a stool in front of it; all of which to the left of me. There were two small tables on either side of the bed, one with a lamp and one with a pile of magazines on top. There was also a clear desk with a rolling black chair and a bookcase to my right.

     I was just sitting up to look out the window that I knew was behind my head, if the breeze and birds songs were anything to go by, when the door opened and the man from the cafe walked in carrying a try holding fruit, a jug of orange juice, and a plate of pancakes.

"Your awake, good, now I won't have to eat all this myself." He said smiling setting the food down and pulling the chair from the desk up to the bed.

     I was going to ask him who he was, what he wanted from me, but all that came out of my mouth was a dry rasping sound.

"Here drink this." He said handing me a glass, smiling as I grabbed it gulping down the orange juice. The coolness of it refreshing as it slid down my bare throat. It was only after it was empty that I realized I should have been more careful.

"Don't worry there was nothing in it." The guy said taking a sip out of his own glass.

"Who are you, where am I?"

"My names Max, as for where you are it wouldn't help even if I told you." He said taking a pancake and offering me the plate, which I just scoffed at.

"Why did you take me, what do you want from me?"

"I'm not going to tell you that, you'll find out in time." Max answered, popping a strawberry in his mouth standing up.

"Take me home, I want to go back home!" I yelled, even though I knew he wouldn't.

"Really, we both know that's not true." He said smiling walking back towards the door.

"What do you know, you don't know anything about me."

"Oh Isabelle that's where your wrong," He said turning around. "I've been watching you for years, I know mare then you think." Then he was out the door, quickly closing it as I threw the plate against it.

"You'll come around Belle, I know you will." Max said as I listened to his footsteps get softer and softer as he moved further away from me.

     I screamed in frustration dropping my head back down onto the pillows as tears flowed down my face, I screwed my eyes shut willing sleep to come and take me away. I told myself as I finally drifted off that I'd get away from him; no matter what it took I would.