Ashleigh
"911, what's your emergency?"
"Uh, my friend's father kidnapped her and he's trying to hurt my friend and I. And I believe he has someone hostage up-" Mr. Rowe snatched the phone from from me and returned it to it's hook.
Before I could run, he grabbed me by my neck and squeezed as hard as he could. I knew it was bad because his veins bulged in the side of his neck and forehead and his face was fire truck red.
"You're gonna call the police on me?" He laughed. "Bullshit,"
My eyes squeezed shut and back open repeatedly as I tried my hardest to pry his hands away and take a breath. Just as my eyes fluttered closed, he threw me into the wall and made his way up the stairs. I layed there stunned as I took big jagged breaths.
I heard a loud yelp shortly after Rakim growled, "Dirty muh'fucka."
Slowly, I stood up and staggered up the stairs. Rakim and Mr. Rowe tussled as I turned the opposite corner following the murmurs again. I tried to open the door but it was locked and as much as I hit on it, it wouldn't budge. I ran my fingertips over the top of the door frame in search of the key to no avail, so I pulled a Bobby pin that held some of my braids up. They fell down and I picked the lock until it clicked and I could enter.
Mr. Rowe hopped off of Rakim and yelled at me.
"Ashleigh! Do not go in there! Do you hear me?!" Ignoring his demands, I entered and scanned the room. I didn't see anyone, but I heard the murmurs a lot more vividly now.
I followed the noise and they lead me to a closet. It was locked too. I put my Bobby pin to use once again and gasped at the sight before me.
Mrs. Rowe and some man was bound back-to-back on a pole in the closet. Their hands were cuffed and they had gags in their mouths. To make matter worse, the two looked as if they'd been badly beaten. Tears trickled down Mrs. Rowe's face as I worked diligently untie the couple and remove Their gags.
"Ashleigh," She breathed happily.
"Mrs. Rowe, what's going on? Who's this?" I asked, my throat aching.
