Taken

Part one

It had been just two weeks since my mum had died. She was on her way home from work one night when a crazy drink driver crashed into the side of her car. She was killed instantly. My dad and I had not been able to cope at first, we stayed in every day and cut off all communication with everyone else. But as we started to go out a bit more, my dad returned to work, and I went back to school.

Though very soon, I started to feel like I was being watched. I was relieved at first, I thought it was my mum; maybe she had come down from heaven to keep her eye on my dad and me. Although I knew that was a crazy idea, I didn’t believe in angels and I’m sure even if there were such a thing, my mum would be up there having fun by now. But then walking home from school one day, there was a tall shadow overcasting me. I started to speed up and noticed that so was the figure behind me. There was no noise except for two pairs of feet. Theirs and mine. I had been known at school for my speed. Every sports day, I was picked to run first. But even with my speed, I felt I could not outrun him. Yet I didn’t understand why he had been following me.

I was just an average girl. Long brown curly hair, slim with a normal height. Not too tall, not too small. I wouldn’t say I was the prettiest girl in school, but I had been complimented once or twice. I wasn’t as clever as other people in school, the only thing I was good at was running. I’m not exactly popular either. Unfortunately, I can count my close friends on just one hand. I wouldn’t say I was shy around people, when someone said something I didn’t like, they would know about it. But I didn’t really like getting involved with everything, I prefer to sit back and watch.

Then one day, I had stayed after school for sports training and as I walked out the school gates, a body stopped me. I froze right on the spot as a hand grabbed my shoulder and said those five words, the ones that kept me up at night. “I’ve been waiting for you” his sharp voice was no match for my mouse of a squeak. I didn’t no what had happened at first, and had no idea who it was. He was wearing a black jumper with the hood up and covering his face. The only way I could make out whether it was a man or woman is by his stern voice. I stood still as he put his hand behind my back and slowly marched me to his van. Conveniently parked right in front of the school, he managed to push me into the back of his van and drive off without anybody noticing. And for some reason, I couldn’t stop him. Every time I opened my mouth, I could not scream for help. My mouth was dry and I felt terrified of what would happen next.

Suddenly, I snapped back into reality.

“What are you thinking?” Oliver’s soft voice asked. Somehow, between my flashback, he had managed to walk over to the bed and put his arm around my waist, pulling me in close to him.

“Nothing.” I still wasn’t ready to talk to him. I just wanted to pull the covers over my head and fall asleep forever. But I guess that wasn’t going to happen.

 “Oliver..” I said after a little while. He had switched off the telly and was breathing deep onto the side of my neck giving me goose bumps. You could see his smile widen as I said his name.

“Yes?” he whispered in a soft voice as he slowly moved his hand up to my hair. He started playing with it, spinning it around in his hands and smiling to himself. What was he doing? Acting like it was natural for him to take someone from their home, their family, their friends, and act all passionate like nothing had happened.

“Don’t! Just listen to me okay!” I squeaked, firmly pushing his hands away from me and standing up. His beautiful smile had quickly vanished. What was left was a shocked face, staring up at me and watching as I paced back and forth in front of him. His eyes grew big as he watched me and for the first time since I had met him, I could see his eyes were almost hurt. They were big and greenish grey, and reminded me of a child that had just been told he couldn’t have his favourite toy. This only made me angrier, is that what he thought of me? That I was only his toy?