Stolen

Chapter 2

"Welcome to my house," he said pointing to the tiny old house. We walked inside and the shabby, old, tiny house changed. It looked a lot better in the inside then on the outside. It wasn't as old in the inside. It wasn't a really fancy house, it was really casual.

"Can I um... get back to my family now?" I asked.

"Of course but first, we need to have. little chat," I got a little nervous.

"You can sit here." I sat down on a wooden chair and and starred at him. He had brown puffy hair, light brown eyes and was also kind of tall but not too tall.

"I'm gonna get right to the point, you can't tell anyone about this," he said with a really serious face.

"And why not! You deserve to go to jail for what you've done!" I yelled.

"I stole a car so what, I didn't know you were back there. I didn't mean to 'kidnap' you."

"You know what I'm leaving," I got up and walked. He grabbed my arm and held me back.

"Your not going anywhere.

"And why not!"

"You have to promise your not going to tell anybody about this."

"Fine I promise."

"I don't believe you."

He picked me up and took me upstairs.

"What are you doing!? Put me down right now!" I yelled as loud as I possibly could.

"There's a bed for you right there and there's a few blankets in case you get cold," he turned around a shut the door. I leaned against a wall and slid down. I really missed mom and my brother Frankie. I also missed all my dogs, my little babies. I began to cry.

I cried for at least 10 minutes. My eyes were hurting really bad so I decided it was time to go asleep. I laid down on the bed and pulled up the blankets. Before I fell asleep I sang a little bit. Singing always relaxed me and helped me through a lot.

"I've cried enough tears too see my own reflection in them and then it was clear I can't deny I really miss him to think that I was wrong I guess you don't know what you got till it's gone."

With that a tear slipped out my eye and down my cheek. I wiped it off and laid my head on the pillow. I imagined being in my bed room with Toulouse or Fawkes by my side and Ophelia and Coco fast asleep on their beds. I imagined Frankie in the other room and how loud he would snore sometimes, and how mom would come into our rooms and talk to us and say goodnight. I just thought to myself,

"He said he would let me go tomorrow. Everything's going to be fine Ariana." I closed my eyes and was fast asleep.