I awoke on a dirt floor a few hours later. My head was pounding, I was groggy and disoriented, and I had an awful case of cotton mouth. I remembered leaving Kendall and then falling maybe?...
I heard whistling and doors opening and closing. I tried to stand up but found my legs didn't work. Now it was time to freak out.
"HELP MEEEEEEEE!" I screamed. I heard footsteps running towards me and got excited before remembering they probably weren't good footsteps.
Crap.
I scrambled towards the wall in a attempt to hide.
The door opened and a man walked in. He slammed the door closed and turned on a gas light fixture.
Wait... I remembered him. He was at the party last night.
IT WAS HIM. HE KIDNAPPED ME.
He crossed the room in three quick strides and slapped me. "You will learn not to talk and you will learn now." he growled. "Get the fu-" he punched me. What the heck was happening?
I started bawling.
He set down a glass of water stared at me for a few seconds and walked towards the door extinguishing the light on his way out.
I was alone again.
Soon after he slammed my door I heard the opening and closings of other doors again.
That meant there were others.
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Gone Girl.
Teen FictionOlivia Hartwell has gone missing. And where she is no one will ever guess. Her secret party ways have gotten her stuck in something she probably won't make out of alive. "Had I not gone out that night. Maybe I wouldn't be here now. Strapped to a la...
