Stolen

Chapter One

Heather walked down the gloomy school corridor, her arms covered with a thin black cardigan, little did the school know that she was a prolific* self harmer. Each step she took she could feel the wool scrape a sensitive spot every now and then. She would flinch as it lifted the freshly cut skin. She carried on walking as if nothing was wrong. Many other students passed her as they made their ways through the corridor.

All of a sudden a loud ringing echoed through the halls making her shudder. Time to go home. Heather didn't come from a good home, her dad was serving 20 years in prison due to drug use, and her mother was a heroin addict. She sighed as she walked out of the rusty gates.

After passing through an arch leading down an alleyway, she felt an odd presence behind her. She turned around to see a tall man wearing a balaclava, a black jumper, jeans and big, black converse boots. Then, everything went black.

She woke up with her hands bound and her head covered with a bag.
"HELP!" Heather shouted with all of her breath. Nothing. She waited and waited. Still nothing. She felt a sudden jolt, she started moving. Heather thought that she must be in a van, obviously going somewhere.

The journey lasted at least three quarters on an hour. Finally, the van came to a halt. She felt the door slide open across from her, then two hands grabbed her waist and threw her over a very wide shoulder.

She stayed quiet, knowing better then to shout for help. She felt herself being laid down onto a flat surface. A table? The floor? She stayed still, hoping that the bag would be taken off her head soon.

It must of been two hours before the bag was taken off of her head, she open her eyes, the light blinding her. She waited for her eyes to adjust, and in front of her was a tall man with piercing green eyes, floppy brown hair and pale skin. She cowered in the sight of the person who had kidnapped her. She started to cry silently, not making a noise.
"Hey, look I'm not gonna hurt you." Spoke her kidnapper, breaking the silence.
"Like you believe that, I'm Harry, no not Harry Styles or Harry Potter, this isn't a twisted fan-fiction. I'm just Harry." He finished.
"I guessed that, why am I here, why did you take me from my freedom?!" Heather babbled at last.
"Look sweetheart, I'm trying to fucking help you out here, Heather. I know all about you, your home life, where you go to school, what social media your on. Even your cutting addiction. Listen and listen good, if you want to live, your going to do as I say." He snarled.
" I won't do anything of the fucking sort you piece of shit." Heather retaliated.
"Look honey, I don't want to have to do this, but it's for your own good." He started, he placed a piece of duct tape over Heathers mouth, in effort to make her shut up. "There! All better. Now, I'm going to lay down the rules, and you'd better listen. No trying to escape, no speaking unless spoken to, no doctors appointments, no mobile phones, no self-harming, no suicide attempts, if I want you to come to me, you come, if I want you to cook, you cook and last but not least, no breaking the rules. If you do, I WILL punish you." He finished.