SNATCHED.

forgiveness:)

I woke up in a bedroom that definitely wasn't mine. The walls were blue and it was covered in band posters, mostly Fleetwood Mac. It looked like a teenage boy's room; well, a teenage boy with good music taste. I got up and tried to open the door, but it was locked. I went to open a window but they were bolted shut. I tried to break them with the desk chair but it seemed like they were made from unbreakable glass. I sat down, frustrated and confused about what happened. It was nighttime, which means i've been unconscious for at least 7 hours since school got out at 1. I was shook out of my thoughts when I heard a knock on the door and keys undoing the locks. I wish I could say I was shocked at who entered the room, but I wasn't. Harry walked in and stood across from me, looking worried. "Do you need water or anything?" he asked. "Dude what the hell?" I yelled back. "Why did you knock me out and bring me here? I have a volleyball game tomorrow and I would LOVE it if you let me go." He looked at me with genuine sadness, which was strange. "I'm so sorry that I did this to you. Please let me explain before my dad gets home. He'll beat me if he sees that I'm in here talking to you before he does. It's only 8:45 right now and he's working the night shift so he won't get home until 4 a.m. His dad knows about this? I guess that explains the other figure I saw before I passed out. I glared at him, then nodded, letting him speak. "We didn't move here because of my dad's job. He actually just works at a diner. The real reason we moved here is because my father is a literal serial killer and he was very close to getting caught. He moved us here in hopes of buying himself more time before he gets found. Usually he does all of this alone, but this time he forced me to help. I fought him as hard as i could but i had to and i'm so sorry." I actually remembered seeing a Daily Mail article about how 15 women have been abducted and murdered in England during the past 2 years... "Wait." I said, my heart rate was speeding up. 'Does this mean your dad's gonna kill me?" He didn't reply, so i took that as a yes. I started to panic. "I'm not ready to die!" I sobbed, "The volleyball season isn't even halfway done and I have tennis tryouts in like a month and-" I stopped talking when Harry walked over and hugged me. I was going to push away but I realized that I shouldn't blame him. His father would've either killed him if he refused to help or chosen another target instead of me. I would rather have me be here than another girl who doesn't have the resources that I have to help me get out. I had a plan. I squeezed Harry and then let go. "I have a plan to get me out of here. Could I have my phone back? There's some people I need to call" I said. "Yeah, but don't call the police. My dad will know I helped you escape and he'll call someone to kill me. At least that's what he told me." Harry said with a nervous look. "I wasn't planning on calling the police." I grinned, taking my phone from him and opening a group chat. I typed in the codeword we had for when we were in a life threatening situation: watermelon sugar. That's all I needed to say. They'd find the address and be here in no time. Harry looked confused. "Let me tell you what's about to go down." I said, and began explaining.