{BOOK 1} I Thought We Would Be Safe - Paulkins/TGWDLM fanfic

Chapter 19 - Kidnapped

Emma slid her hand into Pauls and kissed his cheek. Paul smiled, still blushing. The professor came back, ruining the moment, but nothing could ruin Emma's mood. Paul and professor Hidgens left a few minutes later. Paul had kissed Emma goodbye and they were gone.

Emma didn't like the silence that took over the house and decided to watch a movie to calm her thoughts down. She used her arms and right leg to lift herself into the wheelchair and put a random disk in the DVD player, without bothering to look which one she picked.

Just after the intro of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, the doorbell rang. Emma looked at her phone to check the time but Paul and Hidgens left only about ten minutes ago. She anxiously moved her wheelchair towards the door.

"Who is it?" she shouted.

"It's PEIP! Open the door."

Emma did what she was told, but it wasn't a PEIP agent who was standing in front of her. Yes, he was wearing a PEIP uniform, but she didn't think a real PEIP agent would point a gun at her. Besides, Emma recognized his face from the picture colonel Schaffer had sent her a week earlier.

Tom Carter.

The man smirked, "You're in a wheelchair? Well that's easy!" He snatched the phone from her hands and pushed the wheelchair towards the van, which was parked in the middle of their flowerbed.

Emma froze, she was too scared to say anything. She could feel a pressure form on the back of her head, and assumed that was the gun. Tom grabbed her shoulders and forced her to get her out of the wheelchair. Emma tried to move her weight to her right leg. He threw her in the back of the van, before tying her arms and legs together. An unbearable pain shot through her entire body when he twisted her left leg. She screamed, but he seemed to enjoy her pain.

The door closed, and Emma was left in total darkness. She heard the car engine start and soon the car started moving. Emma froze when she heard the car radio turn on. She still got scared whenever she heard music, and this idiot just turned on the radio. She wanted to scream, but she doubted that that would help. Instead, tears fell down her face.

The back of the van was dusty, and she tried to breathe as little as possible. She attempted to push herself up, but the rope around her wrists and the stabbing pain in her leg kept her from succeeding. Emma closed her eyes, she could do nothing but wait. Paul would get so worried when he noticed she was gone, but even if he could find her, it would probably be too late, considering the fact that this man would want to kill her.

The van stopped and Emma, who wasn't wearing seat belts, fell on her face. The engine stopped roaring and she could hear the door of the driver's seat open and close. She curled up, terrified to even think about what was about to happen.

The door opened, and after being in the dark for what she guessed was about 15 minutes, the bright sunlight burned in her eyes. Tom grabbed her hands and pulled her out of the car. Her feet, which were still tied together, hit the ground and she cried out loud. The man smelled like cigarettes and sweat and Emma just wanted it to be over. She gave up, it didn't matter how hard she tried to fight, it wouldn't matter.

Tom dragged her towards a small, 2-story house. It looked old, and the door creaked when he pushed it open. He entered the living room, still dragging a screaming Emma behind him. All the furniture was pushed to the walls, with in the center a chair.

Without saying anything, he pushed Emma into the chair. He removed the rope from her wrists, instead restraining her to the chair. He did the same with her ankles, and Emma yelped when he grabbed her left leg and tied it to the chair.

Tom took a step back, "Let's have some fun, shall we?"