Kidnapped on Christmas

Chapter 1

"Kit Kat wake up! It's time for school!" My annoying little brother, Arthur, jumped up and down on my bed. "Mom said you have to drive me to school today!" I groaned and hid under my pillow.

"You can stay home today." I moaned from under the pillow.

"But tomorrow is the last day before the holidays and it's the Christmas pageant and we need to rehearse and we are making Christmas crafts." He whined putting emphasis on the word and every time.

"Bah Humbug. You can miss one day." I pushed him off my bed.

"No I can't! It's almost Christmas!" He argued. I sighed.

Over the years I have developed a dislike for Christmas, ever since the year my brother was born and my dad was arrested for a crime he didn't commit and thrown in jail for life, my mom has made me 'love' everyone because it's 'Christmas'. I was overshadowed by everything and forgotten. That was when I was twelve, the year I stopped believing in Santa Claus.

Moaning, I slowly made my way to my closet and grabbed sweat pants and my ACDC hoodie.

"Why can't mom take you?" I asked on my way to the bathroom.

"She was called into work early, someone is very sick." Arthur said sadly.

"Of course she did." I grumbled. My mom is a doctor at the nearest hospital and is almost always on call, she never has time for us, seeing as she is now a single mom. It feels like I'm a teen mom already, always taking care of a eleven year old who thinks he is five.

I showered and sang my favorite Guns n Roses song, November Rain, while shampooing my hair. The sound of a toilet flushing cut me off and the water turned freezing cold. I screamed and tried to get out of the water.

"Arthur! You are so dead!" I screamed.

"Hurry up Kat. I'm hungry." He retorted.

"Have a bowl of cereal." I spat.

"I want waffles." He argued. I sighed and rinsed my hair.

I reached for my towel and dried my skin before making a towel hat. I threw on my clothes and headed down stairs. The smell of smoke filled the lower level of the house. I rushed to the kitchen to see a small fire on the stove.

"Arthur what did you do?" I screamed and grabbed the fire extinguisher. A white foam covered the fire and most of the kitchen. "Mom is going to kill us." I whipped the cold white foam from my forehead. I decided to deal with the mess later and get to school.

Arthur and I raced to the car when he realized how pissed I was. I sped to his school and kicked him out of the car just as the bell rang. My mom called and I put her on speaker.

"What mom?' I snapped.

"Hi Kat. Did you get your brother to school on time?" She asked softly.

"Yes mom." I said in a fake sweet voice.

"Good, good. Are you willing to go to his Christmas pageant tomorrow? I just found out I have to work tomorrow night." She sounded like she was near tears.

"You know how I feel about Christmas mom." I rolled my eyes.

"I know, but can you just do it for your brother?" She asked.

"I do everything for him." I spat. "I feel like his mom." I added to myself.

"At least drop him off." She ordered, I could hear her getting mad.

"Whatever. I have to go, I'm stuck behind some slow poke." I hung up and wailed on the horn. "The light is green asshole!" I yelled out my window. Seconds later the back and side doors opened to reveal five men in suits. "Oh shit." I rolled up my window and made sure the doors were still locked. When I tried to revers I got rear ended by a similar van.

"Get out of the car!" One man ordered. I looked around for a way out, but he smashed my window. I screamed and hid my face from the glass. He unlocked the the door from the inside and pulled me out.

"Let me go you crazy person! Help!" I kicked and screamed. He dragged me into the back of the first van and hand cuffed me. "Where the hell are you taking me?" I struggled.

"Gag her." The man who grabbed me ordered.

"No way!" I shook my head to get away from the cloth. "Let me go!" I let out one last cry before loosing the battle and being gaged.

I continued to kick at the men, but was knocked out by a man behind me.