Photo: Rose. (Gemma Ward)
Chapter 1: stupid accidents and angry kidnappers
My head was burning when I opened my eyes. It was kinda dark, but I could see light coming from behind me. I groaned as I lifted my head up, trying to register where I was, and what happened.
Flashes of last night crossed my eyes, and my heart raced, as fear was the only thing I felt. I started breathing heavily, and tears filled my eyes. I was tied up to a chair, in the middle of a room.
"hello!" I called out. Was it right to inform whoever kidnapped me that I was awake? I guess not..
"I see you're awake." I heard someone's voice from behind me, and I screamed in fear. He was here the whole time! Uncontrollably, I struggle in the chair.
"what do you want from me?" I cried. "who are you?"
"what's your name, kid?" he stepped in front of me, but I couldn't see his features. He was hid in the dark.
"Rose." I said, my voice shaking. "please let me go, please." I begged him. I'm sorry I left the house, I'm sorry for getting angry at my parents and I'm sorry for leaving grandma alone. I thought.
"Rose." he repeated, lost in his world. "well, Rose, nice to meet you." he grumbled, and headed behind me, again. What's in the back? Did I even want to know? A voice like opening curtains echoed, and light showed where exactly I was. It was a normal room. There were two doors; I assume one was for the bathroom, and the other led to the rest of the house, or whatever this place was.
"what did I do? Why did you kidnap me?" I sniffed, and soon, something started tickling my nose. I sneezed.
"oh, come on!" he whined, and rubbed his neck. What's wrong with him?!
"can I h-have a tissue?" I asked, scared that he might get angrier.
"of course you want a tissue." he grumbled, and went behind me again. He showed in front of me again, holding a box of tissues. He threw it on my lap. "do the rest by yourself." he grabbed his phone, and dialed a number.
How was I supposed to do anything and my hands were tied up?!
"excuse me, but--" he held his hand up, cutting me off.
"hello, Paul." he said. "I think you should come see her first before informing the boss." A pause, and a horrified look crossed his face. "what do you mean you already told him?! Man, the girl with me is--" he stopped abruptly, and listened to 'Paul' shouting. "missing?" he frowned. "just come and see who I have; I don't think she's what we're looking for." he said slowly, and I could see that he was afraid of the reaction coming from his friend. He rolled his eyes and hung up, and then threw the phone across the room.
I waited for a crashing sound, but nothing came. "what's behind me?" I asked, frowning.
He looked at me like I've grown another head. "a bed?" it sounded like a question.
"oh, now it makes sense!" I said.
"weird blonde girls." he grumbled, shaking his head, as he rested his elbows on his knees, sitting on a chair in front of me.
"I'm not weird!" I protested, but he gave me a look, and I almost pooped myself. Then I got an idea. "I want to go to the bathroom." I said, trying to show him that I really needed to.
He lifted his head up, and when he saw my expression, his eyes narrowed.
"What? Do you have a problem with my performing a basic biological function?" I said, innocently.
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