Kidnapped by 5SOS!!!

Where it all begins

It's been two weeks, and Luke hasn't been at school. Part of me is happy, the other confused.
It was the weekend, and I was walking down the street towards the store, listening to Nirvana.
All of a sudden somebody grabbed me from behind, making me scream very loud. "I will hurt you if you don't shut up, baby." He growled in my ear. The man pressed a cloth to my face and when I started to black out, I saw those cold blue eyes...
Luke.
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I woke up in a comfy bed, I must say. I looked around to see that the room was covered in band posters, beanies and ripped skinny jeans lying on the floor (I know you sang that part, don't deny it ;)
. My head hurt really bad, but I remember being kidnapped and seeing Luke's face. That bastard!
I got out of bed and tried to get out, but the window and door were locked. I sat back on the bed and reached into my bra. My phone! Yes! I never kept it in any of my pockets, as it would be the first place for someone to look. I scrambled quickly through my contacts, pressing my friend Kate's number. I dialled her. "Hello? Izzi! Where the fuck are you?" She picked up.
"Katie! Listen, I've been kidnapped, I don't know where-" the door swung open with a loud click and bang and Luke barged into the room.
"You bitch!" He spat. He tore the phone out of my hands and ditched it against the wall, smashing it into pieces.
I crawled quickly off the bed and ran down the stairs. I didn't know where I was going but as I reached the front door he swiftly threw me over his shoulder. He took me back to the room and pushed me onto the bed. "You're mine now, Izzi." He smirked. "I'll hurt you if you try to escape. I'll hurt your family, the people who you won't be seeing again." He cuffed my feet to the bed but not my hands. "I'm going to Macca's. Don't be selfish and try anything, at least I'm being nice enough to even feed you. Everything's locked, so don't bother. Love you babe," he kissed my nose and locked the door.
Until I saw him drive off, I had a great idea. I pulled a bobby pin out of my hair and picked the cuff lock on it. I got both of them off and picked the old window lock, too. I climbed out the window and sighed happily as my feet hit the cool grass. With that, I set off at a run.