Adopted by Zoella

KIDnapped

I woke up in a dark room, more like a cave. I was tied up and a girl was next to me.
"W-where are we?" I asked, trembling
"Kidnapped....I'm Charlotte" She said
"I'm Gemma Sugg, wait are you Charlotte from Wattpad?" I asked
"I guess this isnt the meeting I imagined" She said
A man walked in.
"SHUT UP! THIS ISNT A SOCIAL GATHERING!" The man said and hit my arm.
I winced. I didnt know who he was at all.
"Why are we here" I said
"You, Gemma are famous, and thats your little friend, I'm going to kill you if you dont give me £1,000,000" He said
"B-but why is she here?" I said
"Because I cant only have one hostage, youre my daughter" The man said
I cried and cried. The murderer of my mum? If I was already crying, the cellar would be a river....

**JOES POV**
"Zoe, Gemma's been an hour" I said, worriedly
"Alfie! Where is she? Call her" Zoe said
Alfie called Gemma's phone and put it on speaker.
"Is this the famous Alfie dad?" A man said
"Wheres my daughter?" Alfie snapped into the phone
"I will kill her like I did her mum, and dont you mean my daughter?" The man said
Zoe gasped and Louise began crying.
I grabbed Alfie's phone.
"Listen you little idiot! Thats my niece and YOULL BRING HER BACK" I said, raising my voice.
"Oh, Joe Sugg, I'll need a million pound if you want Gemma and her friend" The man said, I imagined the smug look on his face, it raged me.
"Gemma and Charlotte" Zoe said scared
We may have been 'rich' but we didnt have that kind of money. I threw Alfie's phone in rage and used my own to call the police. I told them everything and they came over immediately. Luckily, Alfie had recorded the call so the police could see it. They seemed very concerned. What if he killed her? My niece.... Gemma. She was only 14. Poor kid.

**Gemma's POV**
My 'dad' left after brutally beating us with a... well I wasnt too sure, but it goddamn hurt.
"I- I'm s-s-sorry" I said, finding speech difficult
"Why?" Charlotte could speak ten times clearer than me
"I j-just am" I stuttered
A tear rolled down my cheek.
Followed by a second.
Followed by a third.
Followed by a fourth.
Followed by a fifth.
Followed by a sixth.

Followed by a....

WHACK.

Followed by a red handprint from the devil himself
My dad.

"Where's the money?" He asked, scaring me
"We-we arent th-that richh" I cried
"Oh you sure are" He intimidated me.
I let more tears slip and, once again, it went black.
I felt like I was slipping away from reality. Slowly...
Then it hit me.
It all went black for a while and I eventually woke up. In a recognised place. Not my happy place.

I awoke on a sofa. No Charlotte in sight. I opened my eyes to a man... not a recognised one. He wasnt my 'dad'.
"I'm Che" He said
"Back off Che, its my torture!" The kidnapper, my real dad said
He hit me with a belt, blood releasing all over my body. Then he tortured me with something way more emotional. A picture of my real mum. That he killed. He then picked me up. I thought I was going to be freed but instead I saw an unconscious Charlotte. I began crying when I saw her state. Gosh.
The salty tears got in my cuts and made me squirm. I recognised one thing.
"It's the house...the old one, the one you killed m-mum in" I sobbed

"Now you two will die" He smirked as if he were the devil himseld