Killer Instincts

Kidnapped

The next morning, Alex had gotten up early and had gone to the gym. I didn't know it until I had woken up and found the note that he had left, telling me where he was. I collapse back onto the pillows, the note still in my hand. I look over at the time and it's about 9am. I groaned as I figured I might as well get up and get ready for the day. I dragged myself out of bed and went into the closet, looking through what I had. I grabbed a blue top and a pair of skinny jeans, proceeding to get dressed there. After I had pulled my clothes on, I go to my shoes and pick out a pair of boots and pull those on, zipping them closed. I leave the closet and then do the rest of my routine in the bathroom before grabbing my phone and heading downstairs to start my morning. 

After getting downstairs, I head to the kitchen and make something quick for breakfast as well as a thing of coffee. As I'm busy having my breakfast, my phone starts to vibrate on the counter. Thinking it's Alex, I pick it up and unlock the screen. When I go into the message, I find out it's not him. It's the same unknown number I've been getting a lot of text messages from. 

Very soon...

That's all it said. Kind of confused me a bit, because I've been getting these messages for days now. Ever since Alex came home in fact. Now I don't know if it's some creep playing a little joke on me or what, but it's not funny anymore. Now I've gotten stuff like this before, but it was proved to be a prank. So me just thinking it was a prank from a friend or something, I shrugged it off and deleted the message. After I had finished everything, I put the dishes in the sink and decided to wash them so I wouldn't have to later. As I'm washing them, I hear a crash from outside.

I stopped what I was doing and stood there, listening for anything else. I then shut the water off and went in the direction of the crashing sound. I went out the back door and to the backyard by the pool. I looked around to see what could have caused it, but I didn't see a thing. Everything looked in order, the same as always. But that's when I noticed that part of the fence was destroyed. Now granted this was a pretty strong fence. It wasn't rotten or anything. The wood was actually pretty strong. And it's too high to even climb, which would make sense, because someone had to have hit the fence with something heavy to break it down the way I saw it was. I carefully walked over to it and examined how it was destroyed. I peeked my head out and looked around...no tire marks from a car...no one was around.

Now I started to worry. So I didn't want to stay outside more than I should have just in case. I turned and hurried into the house, where I shut and locked the door, setting the alarm. Just as I was going to lock the front door, that's when I heard a smash from upstairs. My head snaps up in the direction, leading up the stairs. Now I know how to handle myself if someone breaks in, that's why we keep things in the closet just in case. The first thing I do is go grab my phone off of the kitchen counter, before going into the closet and getting a baseball bat. I then start to make my way slowly up the stairs, being very aware of my surroundings. As I got to the top of the stairs, I heard another sound and it was coming from the bedroom.

I carefully make my way to the bedroom, not entering, but looking in to see if anyone is there. I do notice that the window is wide open, screen and all. Actually it looked like the screen was missing. I furrow my eyebrows and carefully make my way into the bedroom, to see why the window was even open, if the screen the missing, whatever could explain the noises I heard. I make it over to the window with no problem, and stick my head out of it. The screen is gone, I see it below on the ground, completely ripped to shreds. I come back into the bedroom, and stand to close the window. Just as I go to close and lock it, something goes over my mouth and that's when I start to struggle, but I soon lose the fight and everything just goes black as I pass out. 

Now with me being passed out and all, I didn't know that I was carried out of the house by my attacker, and we left. He didn't even bother to close the door either, left it wide open, before he threw me in his backseat and then pulled off away from the house. About an hour or so later, that's when Alex had come home. He noticed that the front door was wide open and he has a confused look on his face. He sits and waits to see if I'm on my way out, but after waiting a few minutes he doesn't see me come out. Still confused, he gets out of the car and heads up to the front door.