Dylan POV
Life isn't in our hands Ben .... Everthing changed ...my life went best to worst .. but I don't understand why every one misunderstands me always
I loved Isabel ... Now I regret it
I was packing my bags to leave LA .
And start a new life . But life is always crazy .
My father came rushing to my room ,slaming the door saying that Isabel got kidnapped and police got suspect it's u
I shouted what the hell ... Dad from yesterday I was packing my stuff to get out from here
But police don't know that .... We need to get you out here before police come here for u
Dad my life has been going stupid and crazy these days ..... I loved her ... Why would I kidnapped her .... I am going to be CEO of company ..
Isabel pov
Who kidnapped me .. the last thing I remember was I went for walk to get some fresh air ... But some injected me with something
And I can't see anything .... Except for darkness ....
I was walking with Ben
There was a ice cream stand ... Ben offered me a ice cream..since I like ice cream I said okay he went and darkness hit
Every time I think of Dylan somthing bad happens
I saw a beam of light from a small hole ... I lay still and counted slowly up to a hundred, listening carefully all the time,
I was just about to move when I heard a rustling noise in the straw. At first she thought she had made the noise herself, but she lay still and it was repeated.
Something ran over her feet; she feel tiny claws pricking her flesh moved across her leg. For a moment ty heart seemed to stop, then doubled its pace, hammering at her chest. A cold shiver trickled down her spine. "Oh no," she breathed. "That's all I could as
needed-rats.” She forced herself to be calm. They were to be expected in a deserted building such as this, she told herself. It didn't mean that they would harm her. They weren't supposed to attack anybody unless they were threatened. If she stayed still they would go away.
But another one sniffed at her face. She fought the instinct to scream, forgetting that the gag stopped her from making any noise. Another furry body brushed past her bound hands. Something seemed to burst inside her head. She kicked out wildly with all the strength she had. There were squeaks, frantic scutterings, and then silence.
If she lay still they would come back again. She had another reason for wanting to escape now .she would never be able to rest , knowing that animals would soon be crawling all over her again.
She wondered if anyone had yet realised tha she hadn't come back to the her house . If had, my parents would surely get in touch with the , Dylan's parents and they would tell him she had set off along the footpath. They would come looking for her, but they would never think of looking in the some place like this.
It was no use waiting for help. She had find some way of helping herself. In a case, it might be tomorrow morning bed Malcolm noticed she was missing. He mi not be home himself until late. They could have done anything by that time.
She decided to try to get to the door she was, wriggling her body like a cater- pillar. When she moved feet-first, she found it very difficult. It was easier to her feet to push herself head-first. The only trouble was, she was now going in the wrong direction, away from the door She twisted herself round, then set off pushing herself across the hard surface making painfully slow progress bur getting satisfaction from the knowledge that she was actually moving a little wa towards freedom. She planned to kick the door open when she reached it. She had not thought any farther than that. All her mental and physical strength was concen trated on getting to the door... as
Somewhere in the distance, she heard dog bark. The sound brought herwonderful surge of hope. It barked again, and she was sure this time that the sound was closer. Where there was a dog there was usually a man, she thought joyfully. If she could only make a noise of some kind, he would hear her, would come to find out what was happening.
Isabel wriggled frantically, pulling her knees up as high as she could, pushing With her feet, trying to get to the door and kick at it whilst the dog was still within hearing distance of her.
Her tied hands were rubbed cruelly against the rough floor, but she steeled herself against the pain, desperately deter - mined to reach her destination before the dog and its master went away.
Her heart leapt triumphantly as her head touched something solid, then she Brand with despair as she realised it was r Dot the door. It was the wall. Somewhere ong her tortuous journey across the barn she must have lost her direction. She had ensure that she was heading directly for the door, and now she had no idea which direction to take to find it.
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