Taken

I wish I was right

A normal day, a normal night, I thought as I put on my orange nightgown that was covered in little sonic screwdrivers made out of fabric. I wish my thoughts were right. I turned off the light and crawled into bed, becoming almost asleep as soon as my head felt my fluffy pillow. I heard a creak and my thoughts immediately thought of the horror movie I saw this afternoon. I told my brain to shut up as my eyelids dropped more. I opened my eyes at the tight feeling at my lips. It was duct tape. I stood up and ran to the door. A strong grip wrapped around my hands as I was pulled back. A kick sent me to the ground.
"There we go," a familiar voice said softly as rope wrapped around my ankles. I struggled more, flailing my arms. He grabbed my hands and tied them up, then he threw me over his shoulder before escaping out of the window and running to a sleek black car, throwing me in the back seat then buckling me with the seatbelt carefully before walking to the driver's seat. The moonlight shone on his beautiful jaw line, orange-red hair, and green eyes.
"Wes?" I said in surprise, but it was muffled.
"It's me, baby," he said, turning to me and smiling before pulling over and punching me in the face. That's the last thing I remember before my sight going black as night.