Taken

Chapter 4 - Carly Shaw

  Later that day, when James and Gabe were asleep, Carly and I talked. James had turned the lock on the door opposite, so we needed the key to get out. And Gabe always kept it in his pocket. How'd they take you? Asked Carly. Her voice sounded as if she regretted asking that. 

  Gabe asked for help with a brochure, I started. I didn't want to continue - it was too painful. And then when he got the opportunity, he threatened me with a knife on my back. 

 James got me. He acted like he fell, and I got him up, and then he pushed me to the ground, took me, and now I'm here. Carly said. 

 We got quiet. It seemed like we were playing the video of us getting taken in our mind. Over and over again. Was it scary - you alone in here? I asked to break the silence.

  There was another girl, I forget her name. But she escaped. While they were getting you. Carly spoke in a calm voice, but it seemed that in the inside she was exploding. 

 Why didn't you get out? You could of freed yourself. I said. She did have a chance. I would have taken it. 

  I live on Catoway. Or, I don't know, maybe my parents moved. I know their main way to get kids is by the bus stop. They would have caught me. I rather stay here than be disappointed when they throw me in here again. And there's no other way to there because Catoway is a dead end. Carly seemed like she had been here for a very long time. 

 When did you get taken? I asked.

In the Summer. Carly said. 

 That's why I felt like someone was missing. Carly hadn't started the new year. I felt bad for her because she had missed out. We didn't have track of time, only the color of the sky. It was dark. I yawned. We should hit the sack, I said. 

 Carly got comfortable. Night, she said, and we both fell asleep.