Kidnapped By Pierce The Veil

• We've Come Too Far •

Like usual, the call went a straight to voicemail, and small tears started to well up in my eyes.

"Dad," I whispered so he couldn't hear me "someone killed Alexander, and now he's trying to kill me too. I think he is..." I started, and cried out when I heard another loud bang from the front of the limo.

I cried into the phone pathetically. I ended the voice message and tried to phone my mother, whose phone went straight to voicemail too. Typical.

"Do none of you keep your phones on these days?" I whispered angrily, still crying a little. I heard distant sirens and relief washed over me, that is until the car engine sounded.

I heard a muffled voice, but the window separated it from me.

"I'm in the limo, and I can hear sirens but they're driving now. Pick up your phone." I begged, hoping that somehow my mother would hear my plea.

I carried on talking to my mothers voicemail for half an hour. Just saying anything, most of it probably didn't even make sense. Anything that would take my mind off of what is happening is a god-sent though.

The voicemail ended, cutting me off when my phone beeped, and I brought the screen in front of me to see that I no longer had signal.

The drive continued for a long time, and my eyes were getting heavier, but I refuse to sleep. Are they going to kill me? Is this kidnap?

Oh my god this is kidnap.

I'm being kidnapped.

Usually I'm not aloud to swear. But I think now is a good time to say holy fucking shit.

I let out a strangle sob as the limo screeched to a stop. I'm only 19, surely I won't be taken away at such a young age?

Somehow I think I might be.

Jesus Lydia, way to dampen your own mood.

I peered out of the window to see a man, trying to look in. I let out a loud scream that I knew he heard by the look on his face. I scampered to the other corner of the limo and pressed myself against it. I let my eyes study him.

He has straight brown hair, and a fringe that covers his forehead. He looks friendly, trustable, but in this situation I highly doubt that.

He squinted his eyes and backed away, turning to talk to the so-called cop. I tried to keep my crying to a minimum.

My phone buzzed and my fathers name came into view. Finally. At least I have signal now.

"Sweetheart?" He asked casually as I picked up the phone.

"I've been kidnapped, you have to help me." I told him, my voice cracking somewhere in the first sentence.

"I'm here with the police now, they need to know everything darling. Quickly now." my father rushed into the phone. This is why I phoned him first, he would get the attention of the police a lot quicker than me because of his social status. I took a deep breathe.

"I've locked myself in the back of the limo, but they've driven me here and killed Alexander-"

"Where exactly?" A soothing female voice asked.

"I don't know, there's just a large house here! From what I've seen, I'm practically in the middle of nowhere." I told them, keeping my eyes locked firmly on the window. There are 3 of them now.

"How many are there sweetheart?" My father asked, I couldn't hear the worry in his voice that I thought would be there. But I guess with all his business calls he's used to keeping emotion out of everything he says.

"Three so far, all men." I whispered again, seeing the tallest man calmly walk over with a murderous look and punch the window in anger. My body jumped as I heard him scream something about me phoning the police to the other men.

"Your going to be fine, we're tracking your phone as we speak." The same soothing woman informed me.

I glance to the window and felt every calm fibre in my body die.

"Now there are 4. Another brought out a hammer!" I yelled in panic "I'm going to die!" were the last words I screamed into the phone as the hammer collided with the window.

It broke straight through and I let tears cascade down my face. The shattered glass scattered all over the floor into tiny shards.

The tallest man climbed through the window with ease, and the glass crunched under his shoes as he stepped over to me and snatched my phone from my hands, putting it to his ear.

"We'll kill your daughter if we don't get all of your money." He said into the phone as I let out another sob.

As soon as he stopped speaking my phone was thrown into the wall of the limo, and smashed beyond repair.

I hugged my knees to my chest and my breathing got deeper and heavier. I clutched my hand to my heart and felt consciousness slip away from me.

Blackness and fear surrounding me.