Kidnapped

Kidnapped Part 1

Alicia Smith was walking home after a particularly bad day at home- if you could even call it that. Her foster parents had always mistreated her, but this was unusually horrific. They didn’t love her, and didn’t care enough to pretend. They were in it for the money. At school, the other seventh graders had laughed at her petite 4’11 height, and also had called her a dirty orphan yet again. The fact that Alicia didn’t even know who her parents were, and that no one had any information on them made it hurt worse, but she didn’t show it.

          Alicia was walking along a lonely farm road near her temporary house. This was her favorite past time. She loved the colors of the leaves from the trees on either side of the road, but she knew it wouldn’t be long before she was given her garbage bag and shipped off to some other family that didn’t care about her. This was her longest time in one place, six months. 

          The biting wind whipped against her thin coat, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. It wasn’t like she had enough hair to cover it- her foster parents hated long hair and made her get it cut pixie style. She missed her long dark brown thick hair blowing in the wind. The wind made her beautiful sea colored eyes water.

          Every day her teachers insisted she go to the counselor so that he could tell her she was loved, and every day she had to listen to the lie. Her teachers thought her a nuisance that made trouble in their class, and the students thought of her as an outsider polluting their perfect school. There were plenty of people who would have been her friends, but afraid of the other kids who made fun of her.  

          Out of nowhere the peacefulness of the lane was interrupted by a loud engine. Alicia turned around and barreling down the street was a bulky dark green van. It must have been going 60 on a 15 mph lane. It slowed down beside her and a large beefy man jumped out and grabbed Alicia’s arm, and before she could even scream she was pulled inside and the door snapped shut.

          Alicia punched and kicked occasionally connecting with flesh, but strong hands held her arms and legs and another set of hands duct taped them together. A piece of duct tape was roughly taped over her mouth. She wiggled and squirmed, but she could not escape.

          Alicia was thrown into a plastic box and the lid closed. Very little air could get through the tiny holes in the box. She was numb with shock. She, Alicia Smith a normal foster care child with no family or money, had just been kidnapped.

          A large bump awoke Alicia. She had tried to sleep in the uncomfortable plastic box that was her prison. Her captors had driven long into the night. She wondered if her foster parents had even alerted the police yet, or if they even cared she was missing, another bump.

          Alicia had a splitting headache from hitting the lid of the box. She shifted trying to get comfortable. Someone kicked the box and a female voice cried out.

          “Stop moving around! I’m trying to sleep! You had better be worth big bucks!”

          “Shut up! You just woke me up!” A gruff voice called.

          “All of you guys shut up, or I’ll come back there and knock some heads!” This male voice came from up front, either in the passenger seat or the driver’s seat.

          “When are we gonna be there Matt? I’m getting cramps!” The female whined.

          ‘And she thinks she’s sore!’ thought Alicia bitterly.

          “Don’t worry babe. We’ll be there in about half-an-hour,” The driver called “We just entered Maryland,” Maryland! Alicia lived in Maine! It must have been morning already, and they took her at 4 o’clock. Alicia’s stomach growled.