WARNING: Book ahead is pretty cliche and my first work on here. It's got plot holes and a main character you might want to beat with a stick. Be gentle lol
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In the technological world in which we live, most teens start their love lives thro...
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With a gasp, I shot straight up in my seat, my head whipping around from side to side. Bright light streamed in from the windows and for a moment, everything felt like a dream. Or rather, a nightmare. My hands ran over the plush material beneath me, making me realize how real the last few events in my mind were absolutely real.
I had been kidnapped.
Oh, would the drama in my young adult life ever end?
The first thought that came to me ran along the lines of, "Scream! Shout! Get someone's attention!"
And I almost did it. But then I thought, there's no one around right now. All my screaming and thrashing would do me absolutely no good. And calling for help? Yeah, right. Like the guys who snatched me from my home are going to come down and offer me tea and cookies before sending me back on my way home.
I refused to treat this the way I saw on TV. All I had to do was bide my time. If I started kicking and screaming, I could get backhanded or worse, killed. I needed to play it cool and safe. When the timing felt right, I would make my break for it.
So I sat there. And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
I had no concept of time at this point. How long had I been out? How long ago did I get thrown into this room? Why hadn't anyone come to get me yet?
Shaking my head, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down a bit. I couldn't lose any hope on the situation.
Someone would come for me.
Someone always comes.
By what I had determined to be about the third hour of my alertness, however, my hope began diminishing and boredom started to creep in. I hesitantly stood, as if the ground beneath me would detonate and began to explore. The first thing on my list was grab the door handle, checking to see if someone slipped up and left it unlocked.
But of course, it only twisted side to side and never opened.
With a sigh, I turned my attention to the rest of the room, really taking it in. The place in which I remained captive didn't really seem like the place I would have guessed. Well, I suppose I also wouldn't have guessed being snatched from my house. And that shows us just how good I am at anticipating events.
Walking around the room, I realized that it was decked out to the nines. Whoever owned this place rolled in the dough. The room itself was enormous; thick and plush carpet covered the floors. A large and intricately carved oak desk sat on a throw rug, a picture window right behind it. Large red drapes with golden ties framed the window. Turning, I viewed the love seat on which I woke up on. Beige colored with fluffy pillows, it looked as comfortable as it felt.
