Kidnapped

Chapter Ten: Unexpected

Carla

The next thing I knew, the limo door was slammed and locked shut, and Brandi began hysterically screaming at the top of her lungs.

"Hey! Shut up, now!" The kidnapper boomed as he covered Brandi's mouth.

Brandi began to weep, "I'm calling the police." She panicked, struggling to take her phone out her pocket.

"Brandi, no!" I exclaimed. But that was the last thing I remembered because Brandi was knocked out cold, and so was I.

When I woke up, my eyes were heavy but I recognized my surroundings. I was back in the abandoned room. When I was fully awake, I heard faint crying.

"Brandi?" I called out. When I scanned the room I spotted Brandi huddled up in a corner with her knees pulled up to her chest. I walked over to her.

"Bran, it's okay-"

"No! It's not okay. We just got out Carla. And we're back here again. It'll never be okay." she whimpered, burying her face in her hands.

Just then, the front door swung open and the kidnapper stood there with three familiar girls. He shoved them in, making them almost stumble to the floor.

"Ah, it's a reunion!" He smirked. You girls get comfortable while I prepare your punishment.

His words made me shiver as he left slamming the door behind him.

"Hey..." I waved awkwardly to Blaire, Candace and Marina.

"Hi." Blaire said quietly.

"Hey." Marina muttered under her breath with her arms folded.

And Candace simply rolled her eyes and walked over to one of the bunk beds.

I walked over to a corner and slumped down, defeated.

Candace

I've never been as upset as I am right now. I didn't expect to see these girls' faces so soon.

I walked over to a bunk bed and as I was about to sit down, I noticed Brandi huddled in a corner. I took a deep breath and went over to her.

I kneeled down in front of her, "Hey... what's up?"

She looked up to me, her face cherry-red.

"You tell me." She said quietly.

I sighed and put my hand on her back. "I'm sorry about all this Bran."

Something suddenly caught the side of my eye. I turned around to see Marina taking her clothes off.

"Kid, what the hell are you doing?" I asked.

"Preparing for our punishment. There isn't really anything we can do anymore."

"Yeah, but-"

"She's right, Candace." Blaire cut me off as she took her shirt off.

"Guys, this is ridiculous." I said. Brandi stood up and began to strip, also.

"What do we have to lose?" she asked.

The only one who didn't abide by this nonsense was Carla.

"Wanna rebel with me and not be a stripper?" I asked her, sticking my hand out to her.

She smiled and grabbed my hand, pulling her self up. "Sure." she said as we walked over to the bunk beds. "I don't know what's gotten into Brandi and the rest of them, but I'm not putting on a prostitute show for anybody."

Angie

"Ready to go home and see your big sister?" I asked Amy, securing her in her car seat.

"Carla! Carla!" she exclaimed.

My body was filled with anticipation during the drive, because I couldn't wait to see my daughter.

As soon I opened the front door I called out, "Carla! We're home!"

No answer.

"Carla? Sweetheart!"

Silence.

I set Amy down in her high chair and went upstairs.

"Carla!" I called again on my way up. Her room was empty. And so was the bathroom, and my room, and Amy's.

"Carla!" I whimpered, beginning to panic. She wasn't anywhere in the house. I rushed down stairs to the house phone.

"Hello?" Ashley, Brandi's mom answered.

"Hey Ashley, I was wondering if Carla went home with Brandi today?"

"Um no, and I haven't seen Brandi yet either. Sometimes she goes to the library after school so they'll probably be home soon."

"Alright, thanks." I said and quickly hung up.

I then dialed her school because I can never seem to always trust Brandi's mom, she's not the sharpest tool in the shed. I got an immediate response. "River Blossom Middle front office how can I-"

"Yes this is Angie Parker, I was wondering if my daughter, Carla Bass went on the school bus today?"

"Actually ma'am, she didn't. A tall man in a suit came in and signed her out, saying you gave him permission to pick her up, and she and this other girl with brown hair went with him in a limo."

"Let me get this straight." I cleared my throat, feeling anger raging through my body. "You're on MY phone, telling ME, that YOU let MY daughter go home with a random stranger, who didn't give you ANY proof that I authorized him to pick MY daughter up?!"

"Ma'am, I'm deeply sorry. I didn't-"

"Sorry? The only thing that's sorry is that excuse of a school you so call 'run'. Have a great fucking day." I said, slamming the phone on the receiver.

I buried my face in my hands and trailed around the room. I can't think straight.

I headed back to the phone with only one last option.

"I can't believe I have to do this again." I whispered to my self.

I picked up the phone and dialed the number.

"911, what's your emergency?"