Chapter 4:

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic

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He wasn't giving up anytime soon. I grabbed a washing basket and held it in front of me as a shield. I waited until he broke the door down. I couldn't hold him back.

I could not imagine the worrying my parents were doing. The not knowing part must've been killing them.

I watched as the door fell to the ground in more than one piece. The man crashed through with a long stick in his hand. He rested it by the side of the door in the laundry room and came towards me with aggressiveness in his eyes. I could see fire in them. He really was feeling hatrid for me. I backed away, but I collided with a washing machine behind me.

"Oh god, please don't hurt me." I cried in despair. I threw my arm over my head and looked away, eyes squinted to the point where I could see red and green spots emerging in the darkness. Teeth clenched inside my mouth. When nothing happened, I slowly opened my eyes and lowered my arm to look at him. I could see the fire dying down in his eyes. It was like he had suddenly gone back to human after turning into a hungry bear.

"I-" He began to talk, but I interrupted him: "Please don't hurt me. Please. I just want to go. Please." I was trying to hold back my tears, but they just poured out.

"I will answer your questions." He didn't have much expression in his voice. "Don't cry." He picked up his stick and headed for the same room where I had slept that night. I looked straight ahead to see him sitting on the matress, eyes wide open. I was too scared to move, but I had to know what was happening. I slowly walked in the room. I didn't dare go any further in than the entrance. He closed his eyes and lowered his head.

What did I do?

This was my time to escape. I could easily run away. His eyes were closed.

But he turned his head sharply to look at me, as if he knew what I was thinking. He gestured for me to start questioning.

"Why is that a laundry room?" He looked puzzled. I hadn't really worded my question right, I was still in shock over what had just happened. It had made me realise just how angry he could get. "I mean, that was a bathroom yesterday." I pointed my hand behind me. "Did you suddenly have a house make-over?" I said sarcastically. Then I remembered how ferocious he had got when I was 'smug' last time. I swallowed in disbelief. I thought I should escape before it got messy. I took a step out of the door, making it as unnoticable as possible. But that wasn't possible with a kidnapper.

"Don't even think about escaping." His voice was hollow.

"I wasn't going to. So what's the answer?" I stepped forward again.

"You're not here on your own." He didn't look at me as I spoke.

"What's that meant to mean? And that didn't answer my question."

"I'm getting there." He craned his head slowly in my direction and made eye contact with me. I couldn't put my finger on his expression... He continued. "There's not just you here. There's a few more of us, and a few more of you."

"Hang on a second, you mean there' s more kidnappers and more kids here, it's not just me?" He nodded.

"This building, there's quite a few floors. It is all set out the same. There's two rooms on the ground floor, then there's a set of stairs that lead to out there. I don't know if you noticed but there's another set of stairs round the other corner going upwards. That will lead you to another floor that looks just like this. We moved you in the night to this floor. You were higher in the building yesterday. We had some issues with your room. That's why your room looks a bit different. And that's why the bathroom isn't a bathroom anymore." I was sort of relieved that nothing supernatural was happening.

"So why is there more kids? Why are you keeping us hostage here?" I didn't like the idea of other children suffering like I was. I hoped this man wasn't aggressive to them. They might be younger than 14!

"Ransom." Damn. That word hit me like a loud chime bell.

"You're keeping us here for money? So you want money from my parents?"

"Yes. I don't think you know how flipping rich you are." He laughed at the end of his sentence.

"Why are you laughing? You sick freak!" I shouted. He didn't say anything back, but I felt like something bad was going to happen. I ran for it. I reached the end of the hallway and began to run down the stairs. Then I thought of all the other children here. I changed direction and ran up the stairs. I reached a hallway that looked identical to the one downstairs. I stopped in motion. I thought I heard footsteps following me. I had no time to be standing around doing nothing. I headed for the room at the end of the hallway. As I got to the door that was half open, I heard voices coming from the room. The poor child was talking to themselves. I walked in abruptly. I was wrong. A child was talking to, what you could only assume, was another kidnapper.

Submitted: November 20, 2011

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Ooh dear, well this isn't going well for her now is it? You're not gonna make her fall in love with the kidnapper guy are you? Lol x

Sun, November 20th, 2011 6:09pm


You'll have to wait and see Kenz :P x

Mon, November 21st, 2011 10:04am

Kimberly Derrington

what kenz is saying above, is what i first thought would happen in chapter 2. i adore it xx

Fri, January 6th, 2012 12:41am


thank u so much!! xx

Fri, January 6th, 2012 11:12am


Continue with the story please

Mon, January 9th, 2012 7:50pm


Sure :D

Tue, January 10th, 2012 10:26am

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