Kidnapped

1

"I'm going to Bailey's!" I yell from my doorway.

"Okay sweetie don't forget me and your dad are going to a movie tonight." Mom replies.

"He's not my father, my father lives next door." I angrily stomp out.

Charles is the reason my parents got divorced. I hate him, my father does too. Not that I see him anymore but when I see him he always seems angry and I just assume it's because of him.

I've always been a daddy's girl myself, so I was really upset about them splitting. My mom and Charles hate when I see my father and when I bring him up they immediately try to shut me up.

My seventeen year old brother, Troy, is ok with Charles because he teaches his high school basketball team. My sister, Tracey she's 15, is fine with it because my moms happy even though I know Tracey secretly dislikes him. Dont get me wrong I love my mom but Charles better watch his back.

Before I realize that my feet have left my porch I'm standing infront of Bailey's house. She throws open the door and pulls me into a bear hug.

"Can't breath." I say and she loosens her grip but continues to hold me.

"Lets go order pizza." she smiles letting go of me.

"So where are your parents?" I ask her after she orders.

"I don't know, on a date somewhere. It works out fine for us though, now we can watch and eat until morning." She laughs.

"I wish. My mom expects me home be at least eleven. But we can hangout until then." I answer, ruffling through her movies.

She sighs and moves blankets to the couch.

"Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Footloose, Dirty Dancing, or Breakfast Club?" I ask her.

"Hmmm. Breakfast Club." She says, turning on her TV.

'Ding dong'

"Ooh! That's the pizza!" She excitedly squeals.

I put in the movie and we sat down with our pizza after she came back in.

Almost six hours later we finish Grown Ups and I realize what time it is.

"Shit! I've got to go, mom will be pissed if I'm late." I say getting up and throwing on my shoes.

I put on my coat and say goodbye, then I rush to my street. Once there I start walking home.

I absentmindedly stop in front of my father's house and stare at a cute little bunny hoping away from me.

Something snaps behind me and as I go to turn around arms wrap around my neck I try to scream but only manage a few pathetic whimpers and soon I find myself passing out.