Kidnapped ||A Chris Brown Story||

Where Am I ???

Dominique P.O.V

When I woke up I was laying on a bed in some ind of bedroom. Where the hell was I? This wasn't my house. A sharp pain ran through my head. "Damn," I mumbled, as I felt the back of my head. My scalp felt wet, and at first I thought it was just sweat but I could pick up the scent of blood a little while after. What happened last night? The pain was kinda unbearable but I managed to sit up. The room spun around me so I shut my eyes, trying my best to think about what the hell was going on.

The last thing I remembered was stopping on the side of the road. My car tire had a problem and I didn't have a jack or any tools at all for that matter. I...I think I stopped some guy. He even offered to check the tire out for me. He was checking on the tire then... ...he hit me. He took one of the tools and hit me. It was all coming back to me. That guy knocked me out, and from the looks of it he kidnapped me, too. "Shit," I cursed under my breath, moving towards the edge of the bed. It wasn't until then I realized I was naked.

What happened to my clothes? What did he do to me? I could feel my throat get dry on the thought of what could have happened last night. My temples started throbbing even more. I needed to get out of there. I didn't care how I got out. And I didn't even care that I was going to be butt naked in broad daylight. I needed to get the hell out of there, now. Even though the bed was comfy, I got out of it. There was no telling where that guy was. I didn't want him to walk in on me, especially while I was making an escape. If he could catch me off guard and knock me out in the road, I couldn't imagine what he'd do to me if he caught me right there and then. My eyes darted across the room for a window. There was one window on the other side of the room. Immediately, I sprinted for it.

When I got to it was jammed shut. This is just not my day. No matter how much I pulled on it, it wouldn't budge. When I was just about to give up I noticed two things: there was some kind of special lock on it, plus wherever I was, I was at least on the second floor. Even if I got the damn thing open I'd probably break my neck trying to escape. "Seriously," I whined, banging the window. There was a window farther down but it was the same situation. Frustrated and desperate I headed for the door. Of course, I hesitated. I had this gut feeling like he'd find me and do something to me, but I wasn't going to stay in there a minute longer. Slowly, I cracked the door open and peeped out into the hallway. No one was there and the place was so silent you could hear a pin drop. The only thing that bothered me was the strong scent of weed. Either way, I inched my way out of the room. I wasn't even half way out of the door when I heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Shit," I mumbled, biting my lip. The footsteps paused for a moment, and for some reason I did, too. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. All of a sudden, the footsteps became faster and heavier, making me run down the hall in fear. "Ayye," he yelled, anger in his voice as he chased after me. "Get ya ass back here!" "Help! Help," I screamed, slowing down a bit as I ran into a room, locking the door behind me. The chance of someone hearing me was pretty much zero, but I wasn't going to let that stop me. I would've ran to the stairs but he was blocking my way. Just as I was about to hide in the closet, he kicked the door down.

"You," he growled, yanking me by my hair, making me fall the ground in front of him. For a moment, he just stared at me, and I did the same. It took everything in me to not break down and cry. The look he gave me was so blank yet so cold. I just wanted to go home. He snapped out of whatever daydream he was in and dropped something on my face. "Put that on," he instructed me. "B-but-" "Did I tell you you could talk," he cut me off. He was so intense. His voice alone was scaring me. "Hurry up and put it on. We going to your house for some more clothes in a few." ....my house?