Two days later, at around six forty-five a.m in the morning, we had arrived in Colorado. I looked at Nate, eyes staring straight ahead, circles under his eyes. He yawned, glancing at me and sighed, wondering what to do. I would start a new life, at a new school, in a new house. My stomach growled and I realized I hadn't eaten for a week. I told Nate I was hungry and he replied back, telling me we'll stop at McDonald's. I sighed and continued staring blankly. We then pulled up to a McDonald's restaurant and I was starving. He gave me ten dollars and I ran in, ordering a cheeseburger with a Sprite, just as I always had ordered with my family every time. I had just reached the truck when I realized I needed to go to the bathroom. Clutching my stomach, I opened it and told Nate I needed to go to the restroom. Annoyed, he told me we don't have much time.
"Much time for what?" I asked him. "For us to get the house!" He exclaimed and told me to hurry. I ran back to the restaurant and went to the bathroom to do my business. When I came back, he turned on the engine and I got on.
By the time we arrived at the house, it was around seven in the morning. There was a "FOR SALE!" sign next to it, along with the number. The house was at least three stories high, with a fence around it and a huge backyard. Nate sighed and called the owner. Half an hour later, the owner came and Nate stepped out, then they started talking about the house. About five minutes later, the house was sold to us. I was half-asleep when Nate got in, shaking my shoulders and said quietly, "We got the house." Smiling at him, I fell asleep, my head against the window.
A week after we moved, Nate told me he enrolled me to a private school called "Isaac Newton High School" and he also said that we need to buy uniforms. Hearing that, I cringed, telling him I don't do uniforms and especially when it comes to wearing skirts. "Fine, but don't blame me if the teacher gives you detention. Now, I'm going to the store to buy food and you already know the drill. You may watch the t.v. if you want. But remember: I have my eye on you." Nate said, unlocking the door then closed it, leaving me alone.
A few minutes later, he came back with rice, two boxes of soda, Gatorade, tortillas, milk, beans, tomatoes and meat. I asked him if he needed help, taking two of the bags from him. He glared at me and nodded, annoyed by what I said.
After setting the bags on the counter, I went upstairs to my room. Closing the door behind me, I walked over to my bed and sat down, thinking this might be my life from now on, isolated from my friends and family. Grabbing my backpack, I searched for my tablet. When I found it, I went to "Prime Photos", pressing a photo of me and my family. I started crying on the spot, my vision blurred by my tears, my head spinning. I clutched my head, not knowing what to do. Why me? Why did it have to be me? I thought, tears continued streaming down my face. Why couldn't it be someone else? "WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE ME?!?!" I screamed so loud, Nate came bursting through the door, asking me if I was okay. Noticing the tablet in my hands, he asked,
"What's that in your hands?" I said nothing. "Anna, I'm asking you a question. What is that in your hands?" He asked firmly, a hand on his hip. I stood up, unable to control my anger.
"Why are you doing this to me, Nate? What did I do to deserve this, huh? Tell me, what did I ever do to you? Why did you kidnapped me? Here I was, just minding my own business and walking home, when you randomly kidnapped me! I can't stand this anymore, Nate!! I'm sick and tired of this!! I've read enough horror stories on Wattpad of someone getting kidnapped to finally know what it feels like and I hate it!!!" I yelled, staring at him directly in the eye and clenching my fists, my voice rising with each word. Nate stared at me in shock, his jaw dropped. He gathered himself up with a hard expression, telling me,
"You know what? Fine, be like that. See if I care. Mark my words: one day, I will leave you out on the streets and I won't be there to protect you from harm. I won't care if someone else kidnaps you. Mark my words, Anna, mark my words.." Keeping my head down, I walked out of my room, feeling his eyes staring at me. Wiping away my tears, I went downstairs to the living room, and laid down on the sofa, getting the control from the coffee table and started flipping through the channels.
When I finally calmed down, Nate asked me if I wanted to go to the store to buy my uniform for school. Sitting up to look at him, I nodded and he got his keys, telling me to turn off the t.v and to close the door. Looking back, I knew I shouldn't yelled at him. It felt...it felt wrong. We got in and I turned to him, opening my mouth to speak, but no words came out. He turned on the engine and we drove off.
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Horror"All I wanted was to go home. I just wanted to be able to see my family again, knowing that I'm ok." A young girl gets kidnapped on the way home and is forced to live with a stranger. She is never allowed to do anything, except watch the t.v and eat...
