2 Points Of View {PHAN}

Chapter 2: Taking Him Home

Did I just get kidnapped?

I panicked. My chest started to rise and fall as my breathing quickened. My head started to pound even louder than before. I rolled out of the bed and ran to the bedroom door, but I suddenly fell face forward towards the ground. My arms caught me from smashing into the floor. I tried to move forward crawling, but something around my right ankle kept me from moving. I looked down to my foot to see an ankle clasp around my ankle and a chain connecting the ankle clasp to the bed.

It was like my foot was handcuffed to a chain that was tied around the bed. I couldn't reach the door because the chain resisted me from touching the door. I crawled to where the chain was tied around the bed and tried to undo the chain from around the bed, but it was no use. That chain was not coming off of the bed. I tried pull the ankle clasp off, but it wasn't budging.

Now I was even more scared. Who took me? Why did they take me? What where they going to do to me? Where am I? Was I going to die? All those questions surrounded my brain. I was making myself even more scared. I tried to get my breathing under controlled and pushed the scary thoughts out of my head. My body lifted its self off of the floor and I walked around in circles for awhile thinking.

I took in the room and noticed this isn't your average kidnapped room. It actually looked like a room for someone. I slowly walked towards the black wardrobe and opened it to see nothing inside it. That weird, but everything about today is normal. There was the bed and desk in the room, but that was it. Then I noticed my checkered backpack leaning against the desk. MY PHONE!

I ran over to the desk while the chain rattled from my movements and picked up my backpack. I pulled out everything in the bag not caring how much noise I made. Notebooks and pens were scattered along the floor, but no sign off my phone. Who ever took me isn't dumb. They were smart enough to take my phone away from me. I tossed the empty backpack towards the desk and walked to the window by the bed. I could barely reach it, but I managed to open the dark grey curtains for sunlight to pour into the room. All I saw as I looked out the window was the side of the house I was in.

I noticed all of the trees surrounding the house. I must be in some forest. Great. How am I going to escaped now? I couldn't think of a plan to bust out of this house. I just had to wait for my kidnapper or kidnappers to come see me. There was not weapon to protect myself from them, so I climbed into the bed and pulled the duvet over my body. Might as well die in comfort of this some what soft bed. I didn't want to give up, but I didn't know what to do.

I tightly held on to the duvet, making my hands sweat. I had nervous and afraid emotions bubbling up inside me. I buried my head into the duvet and started to cry a little. My emotions were getting the best of me. Small tears rolled down my cheeks as I sat in the bed. I had so much to say to my family and friends if I was going to die.

I wanted to have my life mean something, but how am I suppose to do that if I'm trapped here. Although I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life, I know I didn't want to spend it here. It felt like the room was closing in on me. Like it was getting smaller and smaller. It felt like I was on some kind of acid trip.

My brain was playing mind games on me. It was if I woke up from a nightmare at night and "saw" some monster in my room. But it was actually a shadow of a big chair. My head started to ache and I felt light headed.

I just sat there in silence to calm myself down. Sitting there seemed like a life time, but then I hear the door knob turning. I shot my head up and saw the door opening slowly. My heart beats faster and faster as my breathing quicken. I pulled the duvet to my face and waited for someone to walk threw the door. Was it the kidnapper ready to kill me? My mind was racing with negative thought.

It was only one person.

One guy.

His face was calm and friendly looking, but I remembered he is the one that probably kidnapped me. I ball up my right hand into a fist to show I'm not going down without a fight. He notices my fist and smirks a little. What is he planning to do?

He pushes back his jet black fringe and looks at me with the bluest eyes I have ever seen. His blue eyes pop out even more due to his pale skin. His hair is dark black seems to be a bit similar to mine except his is a bit longer in length. This guy's lips are a light shade of pink and he is wearing a light blue t-shirt that matches his eye color. His jeans are black and he has on black Vans. He seemed to be in his early to mid twenties.

"W-who are you?!" I blurted out as I gripped the duvet even tighter.

He looked down at his feet and stood there for a few seconds before speaking up.

"My name is Phil," he said with a friendly smile, but I dismissed his friendly smile and continued to think he was my enemy.

He said it so calm like. Like what he is doing to me is perfectly normal.

"Why did you take me?" I questioned him, I was more angry then scared at the moment.

He bit his lip slightly and leaned his head to one side like he was confused.

Like I was the crazy one here.

"Dan... Don't you get it. We are going to be a happy family now. We are going to be so happy together," he said with joy in his voice, his face was practically shining with happiness.

I looked at him in awe. How crazy is this guy? We are not family. He wants us to be together and happy? This is crazy. Who does this guy think he is? I couldn't say anything more to him since I was to afraid of what my future was going to be. Would I ever escape or will I stay in this room for an eternity? I was stunned at what just happened.

"It's 8 o'clock Dan, do you want breakfast?" He asked in a normal tone.

I didn't reply. I felt to sick to eat. I was more disgusted with this Phil guy than wanting to eat. My stomach turned and I wanted to throw up. I pinched myself to see if I was dreaming. I felt this slight pinch. This was really happening, this wasn't a dream.

I looked on the opposite side of the room. My eyes couldn't stand looking at Phil. I heard him shuffling a bit before I noticed he left the room. I felt relief with his presence gone.

I had to escape this hell. He thought that after kidnapping me that I would love and cherish him forever. He is crazier than I thought. I need to find a way out.

This son of a bitch will not have me.

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Hello all my lovely people reading this, what do you think of this story so far. I'm trying to make every chapter at least 3,000 words or more so I hope all y'all have fun reading this fic. I'm trying to make this fic take place in the Uk. Sorry if I'm a bit off on the British slang since I am an American. I'm trying my best, even researching a few words. :P

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