TAKEN

Kody Kalini Kingford

I looked over at Ahmad as he laid back, relaxed on his bed. His left hand rested on his crotch as he took a puff of his blunt he held in the other, then blew the smoke above him. I rolled my eyes. I hated when he smoked in the house and he needed to be more focused on me rather than getting high. Ahmad was my boyfriend of two years, almost three at that time. I moved in with him on my 21st birthday. I had been living with my aunt since I was a baby. My parents died in a freak accident when I was just three years old. I remembered very little of them. All I had was pictures my aunt had given me. I often imagined what they must have been like, or how things would have been if they were still living. I thought about how my mom never got to see me for prom or how my dad wasn't there to give me permission to go out on my first date. Nothing like that. I never cried or got too emotional when I thought about it, though. I was pretty strong. Maybe I got that from them. But, to continue, I didn't wanna be anymore of a burden on my aunt than I'd already been, I wasn't her child to raise. I left as soon as the opportunity presented itself. Ahmad. We hadn't been seeing eye to eye lately, though. I'd seen a drastic change in him. At times I didn't even know who the hell he was. He had become more involved in the street life and running them with his friends rather than putting all of his effort into our relationship. I loved him, but I'd grown to be beyond fed up with being put second.

"Ahmad." I said his name, but he ignored me. Or he was too high to even realize I was trying to get his attention. "Ahmad!" I yelled, making him slowly look over to me. His eyes were bloodshot red and low as I'd ever seen them. I sighed, crossing my arms at the same time.

He smiled, "What's up, baby? You tryin' to hit the blunt?" He licked his lips, rising from the bed. I looked at him like he was stupid. I'd never smoked a day in my life and I wasn't about to start. He knew that. "You know better than that." I snatched the blunt from his hand when he became within reach. "We need to talk."

"Bae..." He reached for the blunt. I rolled my eyes, refusing to give it back. "Can we talk first?" I looked him dead in his eyes, with the most serious look I could muster up. I needed him to know I was serious. He just stood and looked at me for a moment. "Mannn... okay. What we gotta talk about? If it's some shit you heard about me again, it's not true." I did hear some things about Ahmad, but that's not what I wanted to discuss. There was always some talk about him and other girls, so that was nothing new. I put out the blunt in the ash tray.

"Ahmad, it's not that. It's just that you haven't been giving me much attention lately. Most of the time you're not even home. Babe, I'm always lonely and it's not supposed to be like that. You love me, right?" I played with his chin hairs as he pushed himself closer to me. "You know I love you." He answered right away. I had no doubt that he was telling me the truth. I believed him. But, I also believed he had a pretty messed up way of showing me that. "I don't feel loved."

He stood back a bit so he could get a better look at me. "You mean that?" He asked, as if he couldn't believe what was coming out of my mouth. I nodded in response. He let out a deep sigh before running his hand across his face. "I'm sorry. You should know I love you with everything in me. A nigga would lay his life on the line for you." He traced my cheek with his index finger. "No female ever made me feel the way I feel about you. I don't want another dude steppin' in, doin' all the shit I'm not doing. I'd have to take his life." He smiled, showing off his perfect teeth. I couldn't help but to smile as well. My baby was so handsome. He stood 6'1" with an athletic build. He had the sexiest brown skin and chiseled features. He wasn't really tatted, but he had a few here and there that added to his appeal. He always rocked a well cut fade that had rows and rows of waves that he brushed daily and deep brown eyes that pierced my soul. "So... that means you're gonna get your shit together. Right?" I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Anything for my baby." He placed a soft kiss on my lips.

It got deeper as I started to kiss him back. His large hands palmed my small, plump behind. He walked backwards until we fell back onto his bed. He slipped his hand underneath my shirt, caressing my breasts. I let out a soft moan. My moans always drove him crazy. That's all it took to get him erect. He flipped me over, getting on top of me. He slid my sweatpants off. I assumed he was gonna get a taste before he got to work. At least that's how it always went. He kissed my inner thighs before pulling my thong to the side. He wasted no time. His tongue met my clit and got to work. "Ahh!" I moaned out, grabbing the back of his head. I bit down on my bottom lip, working my hips in a circular motion, adding to my pleasure. My eyes rolled back. Nobody could eat me like Ahmad. He wasn't my first, but he was definitely the best I'd had by far. Though I'd only been with one other person, not giving me many to choose from. I was in pure bliss when there was a loud bang at his bedroom door.

I jumped up, as well as Ahmad. BANG! There was another. "Ahmad, what's going on?!" I yelled frantically, as he rambled through the side drawer for his gun. He didn't answer. All I could think to do at the time was put my sweatpants back on. Before I knew it, three dudes in all black and ski masks came running in. One guy grabbed me as I'd just got done pulling my pants up. I tried fighting him off but it didn't help very much. Dude was way too strong. He threw me on the floor beside the bed. I could hear Ahmad fighting with the guys, and gunshots soon after. I cried hysterically, "Baby! Baby! Ahmad! Please, don't hurt him, please!" I couldn't believe what was going on. Who were these guys and why did they come for us? I heard feet stamper outside of the room and then back. "He got away." I heard one of the guys speak, walking over to the guy who was holding me down. I heard them all respond with grunts of anger. I let out a sigh of relief, knowing Ahmad got away safe. Then it hit me. He'd left me there. "What do we do with the bitch?" One guy asked from the other side of the bed. "Bitch?! I got your bitch!" I blurted out. "Shut the hell up!" The guy holding me down slapped me in the face from behind. My face began stinging instantly. I knew damn well that was going to leave a welt and my face nice and red. He then kneed me in my side. I groaned, rolling over, allowing myself to curl into fetal position.

"Damn, nigga! Don't hit the bitch. You gon' bruise her up befo' we get her to A." The guy standing beside us said, in my defense. Kind of. They were past rude, calling me out of my name. If there was one thing I hated, it was being called a bitch. No matter how it was put, I didn't accept it. I clenched my teeth together. I wanted to speak up again so bad. "So, we takin' her back to the spot?" The dude holding me down asked. "Yeah, A might wanna add her to the collection." He chuckled. The other two chimed in, laughing as well. The guy lifted me from the ground, as I shook my head. "No. No!" I began to panic. They were taking me somewhere. Against my will. My breathing got out of control as we began leaving the room, the guy dragging me behind them. I tried to stop myself by getting a grip on the marble floor with the soles of my feet. I couldn't believe what was happening and how Ahmad just up and left me like that. He had to be coming back for me. Had to be. When we got outside, there was a black van parked a little bit further up the street. One of the guys opened up the door and I was tossed inside. I immediately began screaming for help, hoping someone would hear me. It was damn near two in the morining so no one was out. "Duct tape her, man." I'm guessing the leader of the three, said. "Noooo! Please, let me go!" I attempted to force my way past them and out of the van. The guy who had been handling me like a rag doll pulled out the tape, pulled a piece, cut into it with his teeth and ripped it free. The other guy held me while he placed the tape across my mouth. The leader grabbed some rope and began tying my wrists and ankles together. They pushed me back into the van, then looked around to make sure there were no witnesses. I began to hyperventilate. I still could not believe what was happening to me. It was too much -- the thought of what was going on and what was to happen next. I was being abducted. I then blacked out....

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Okay, there you have it people! The beginning of my story. Hope y'all like it so far! Now, I need y'all to comment and vote! I need some feedback or just thoughts on what you guys think. Like, what's gonna happen next? Why'd Ahmad just leave her like that? Who's A? What's 'The Spot'? What collection would Kody be added to?

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