Taken

Chris (Chapter 29)

I'm running through the halls of my high school, trying not to be late for first period again. Miss Lo will kill me if I miss another lecture on politics.

The bell rings. Damn! I start running faster.

When I reach the classroom, I stop to straighten myself out before going inside; fix my hair, my shirt, stuff like that. Karen, my girlfriend, is in this class and sits in the front, so I want to look good. I open the door, expecting taunts about me being late again, but instead, they scream. I see Karen's eyes fill with tears and fear. I'm confused; could I really look that bad?

I look down to make sure I had remembered to put pants on, but I notice something else (and for those of you wondering, I was wearing pants); but there's blood pouring out of my chest. I start to panic, and begin

looking for where the blood is coming from but I can't

find the wound. I started screaming and then...

I woke up in a sweat. I looked around the room forgetting where I was for a moment. I saw Dad sleeping on his bed and John in his. I was sleeping on the couch and we were on a case in Afghanistan; right.

What a strange dream; why was I bleeding? Of course I get a nightmare like that when were on a case, not like I wasn't freaked out enough already. What if it was a sign I was going to get shot in the chest or something? I shook my head. I hoped not.

I decided to get water before trying to go back to sleep. Being as silent as a set of drums at a rock concert, I made my way to the kitchen. I mean I ran into everything; the table, a chair, even a wall. Why was I so off balance? Sure I had just woken up but damn was I that clumsy?

I looked nervously towards Dad and John to see if I had woken them up. Neither of them likes to be woken up, and I was prepared to defend myself against anything they might have at hand to throw at me. But they hadn't woken up which surprised me, because even when I think I'm being extremely quite they wake up, and I knew this time I was anything but quite. They must have been really tired.

I went to grab a glass, but just as I did, my knees buckled, and the glass, still in my hand, hit the counter and shattered. I grunted in pain as I felt the tiny shards of glass make their way in my skin. I looked at my bloody hand and then down at the floor. I felt very drowsy again. I went to stand up again, using my good hand to support me on the counter, when I heard what sounded suspiciously like our room door open.

I stopped moving. Who could be there? I listened carefully; maybe it had been in my head. But then I heard more noise. Someone was definitely there.

I couldn't see Dad and John's beds from where I was, but I hoped they were awake with their handy little guns out. I was hopelessly defenseless since not only I didn't have a gun, but also a crippled hand. But I didn't hear anything besides whoever had just entered out room shut the door and make his way inside. I sighed. Just leave it to me guys, don't worry about it.

I finished standing up and grabbed the largest piece of glass I could find, not more than three or four inches long. This wasn't going to end well for me unless Dad and John woke up very soon. I wanted to keep the element of surprise on my side because the intruder didn't know I was up, so I didn't try to wake them up then. I started making my way toward the short hall way where the kitchen met the entry, though it wasn't very graceful; I felt like I was walking in one of those bounce houses with twenty kids jumping while I was trying to walk a straight line. There was just one turn I had to make before I would see who the hell had the nerve to break in when the intruder struck unexpectedly.

Under normal circumstances I would have been able to side step him easily, but since I was having problems with my agility, it would see, he hit me like a train. I fell backwards to the ground and before I could react, the intruder jumped on top of me and slammed my head into the ground. I was drowsy before that hit, so I really thought I was going to pass out, but I couldn't. I had to fight this bastard...somehow. I used my small glass piece and shoved it into his shoulder. He fell off of me gripping his shoulder, clearly not expecting me to still be conscious and to have somewhat of a weapon. I blinked the stars out of my eyes and managed to see he was wearing a mask that covered everything but his eyes and he was wearing all black; typical.

He was getting back up. "Dad! John!" I called out in panic but got no response. Why weren't they up?!

The intruder no longer seemed phased by the hole in his shoulder anymore. He came at me again, this time with a knife.

Aw man!

"GUYS!" I yelled a little louder as I tried to get to me feet. It was an epic fail and I fell backwards again.

Dad and John didn't respond. I could see the man was

Now taking his sweet time; he knew I couldn't do anything.

I frantically looked around for anything I could use; nothing. I swallowed hard as the man drew nearer. My head was throbbing and my vision was blurring. No! I had to do something! But I couldn't. I was done.

"Dad...John," I tried to call out to them one last time but my voice was too weak now. I saw the man standing directly above me, looking down. I could swear I saw pleasure in his eyes. I saw him raise his foot and bring it down forcefully over my ribs, knocking the breath out of my lungs. Then the world went dark.

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Oh no! What happened to Chris?! Why didn't Michael and John get up to help him?! 

Are those the questions running through your mind?

Good! Keep reading and find out!

Well Happy New Year!!! (And a happy birthday to me,I might add ;)) Thank you to everyone who has been reading this story and everyone who's followed from the start!

Have a happy 2015 everyone!!!

Hopefuly you guys get how the pic plays into the chapter, if u did isn't funny?  At least I think so lol

I need to stop talking now...

~Emily~