Taken

Our Disfunctional Family Dinner

Sammi's POV

'No'.....'No'.....'No'. That two letter word was one I really hoped I wouldn't hear. I'll never be able to leave. And it's all because some selfish jerks who don't care about anybody else's lives but their own.

I sighed and sat myself in the middle of the living room...probably not the best idea, now I'm bored.

Just as I was about to play with the T.V the door opened. It's was the boy with brown hair and brown eyes, the one with my lollipop. He gave me a small smile, on the side of his lip was a small cut bruising slightly. Hm, he didn't have that before?

"Come with me" he said gesturing for me to follow him.

I sat there for second wondering if I should go. I mean seriously, going with someone who just kidnapped you and has something to do with the man that just beat you. Not the smartest choice.

"Come on I'm just showing you to your room, then I'll let you sleep," he said as if it was that simple. "no catch" he finished.

I slowly got up, I guess I could use some sleep, it's been a long day. I headed towards the corridor he was waiting at and awkwardly just waited for him to lead me.

He grabbed my hand and lead me upstairs. Well that wasn't necessary...

After five minutes of walking I was thankful for him holding my hand. This house is like a maze! The corridors are bending everywhere, it's like a mansion but looks so tiny on the outside. I don't get it.

I got out of my thoughts when they boy let go of my hand. Wait...where'd he go?

"Haha, I'm in here you weirdo" I heard him from the other side of the door. Wait he did not just call me a weirdo. I sent him my best glare and went into the room.

"You know, your glare face is just as scary as a baby butterfly flying in candy land." he said slight chuckling.

"Anyway, this is your room. You should get to sleep. You're already wearing pajamas so you're all set. Oh by the way my names Nate. The guy driving was Matt. And blondie downstairs is Seth." he said. "Sammi" I said taking a mental note and expecting him to leave.

Out of no where Nate started laughing. Was something on my face? I wiped my face with my hands and found nothing. I sent him my best 'what the heck is wrong with you' face.

"You're hair!" he said like if that explained everything. With Tht he left the room.

I went over to the dresser. WOAH, maybe my hair is a little...scary! Gosh! I tried running my fingers through it which only helped a little by taking the tangles out.

There was a knock on the door then it opened. In came Nate with a water spray bottle thingy.

"Sit on the bed" he said walking over to the bed. I do as I'm told afraid that he'll hurt me too.

"Okay look straight ahead." he instructed. I looked ahead and waited.

He began spraying my hair with water and running his fingers through it.

"You have soft hair" he said breaking the silence.

"Thank you" I quietly said before the silence return.

"Yeah...erm... sorry about what happened out there. I would say he's usually not like that, but that would be lying," he said as his voice got angrier. "he has fucking problems. He's heartless. He doesn't know what it's like to have your life taken away from you." he said, okay now I feel like he isn't only talking about me.