Kidnapped my heart

Dear mum and dad, I love you guys and you know it. But I can’t stay here. I don’t feel like I belong here. I’m your daughter sure, but you’re always working or out with friends. I’m left alone practically all the time. So I packed my stuff and I’m gone. Don’t look for me, because I don’t want you too. Just know I love you and I always will. I’ll come home when I want to, but for now. For now I’m looking for something. Something inside me. And I need to do it alone. Love you always, Phoebe writing that letter to her mum and dad, pheobe didnt know once she walked out of her empty house; she would be kidnapped.. "the doors unlocked, im letting you go" he growled. "what? why?!" i was shocked. "i-i cant hurt you anymore. leave" he ordered. "i-i cant...you kidnapped me..and my heart" i whispered.

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1. Pheobe looks back...

 

I tightened my grip around my bare legs as they buried further into my chest, which was thankfully covering in a shirt. His shirt. Running my hand through my really greasy hair I sighed. It’s cold here. It’s dark here. I can’t see anything. Theres no light. I let my head lean back to rest on the cold wall behind me, which I was leaning on in the corner. Out of the way of him.

 

Dear mum and dad,

I love you guys and you know it. But I can’t stay here. I don’t feel like I belong here.

 I’m your daughter sure, but you’re always working or out with friends. I’m left alone practically all the time. So I packed my stuff and I’m gone.

Don’t look for me, because I don’t want you too.

Just know I love you and I always will.

I’ll come home when I want to, but for now. For now I’m looking for something. Something inside me. And I need to do it alone.

Love you always,

Phoebe

xxx

 

I never thought in a million years when I wrote that letter and left, that I would be kidnapped by him and brought here. I thought I would just catch the next train to somewhere sunny, find an apartment and start a new life on my own. New job. New friends. But I was wrong.

 

I gripped the handle of my suitcase and walked forward. I looked back once more, for memories sake. To say goodbye to my old house, to my parents and my old memories. I closed my eyes to stop the tears from falling and walked forward before I changed my mind and ran back. I shook my head of all my thoughts and carried on down the streets. Turning corners and crossing roads, dodging the traffic and staying out of the main street lights. The last thing I want is for mum or dads friends to spot me and offer to walk me home. Simply because I wouldn’t be going home. I’m not going back home.

I listened closely to the traffic as I got to the other side of the busy road. I heard many cars past me as I walked along the highway. If you asked me, I wouldn’t know were I was going. I was just walking the opposite way of my house. A different direction to my old life and a step closer to my new one. Well, the one I was planning. I heard a car slow down beside me. I bit my lip hoping it was turning a corner or something and carried on walking. Hurrying my passé and gripping my suitcase tighter. Then I heard a door slam shut. I closed my eyes and prayed I would feel no pain.

 

I let the tears that were building in my eyes loose, with a blink of my eyes. The memory was so fresh to me, even though it was atleast two or three weeks ago? Yeah, that right. I’ve been here, in this room. For that long. Atleast I think. Whenever the memory would replay in my brain, I had no way of stopping it or thinking of something else. It felt like a constant reminder from God that I shouldn’t have ran away.

 

“Everything okay?” his soft silk voice spoke.

“I’m fine” I mumbled, still walking but slowing down a little.

“Are you sure?” I felt a hand on my wrist.

A warm touch. Sending a ripple of pleasure through my body as he touched me, I stopped walking and stared at the ground. I watch the rain bounce of the floor and combine to make a huge puddle. Along with the others scattered everywhere. It had to rain the night I leave right? Perfect.

“I’m fine” I stuttered turning round.

To say I seen his face and smiled, would be a lie. I couldn’t see his face, mainly his eyes. It was dark out. Heck, it was half ten at night when I left my house, vie been walking for over an hour. Plus the rain wasn’t helping. Droplets of water fell on my face, making me blink over and over again. I bit my lip as his hand left my wrist and up to my face. He pushed the hair that was stuck to my face, out the way and smiled. I could make out his face, but not well enough. The street lights aren’t that good these days.

“Do you need a ride?” he asked.

“A-actually I’m fine walking” I smiled looking down at the floor.

“It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you” he used his index finger to lift my chin, “your perfectly safe with me”.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I don’t trust anyone in life, not even mum and dad. There never there for me to trust anyway. And this stranger who had some sort of power over me, he wants me to trust him? That’s likes asking for a kidney. I shook my head slowly and looked up at him.

“I don’t want to be a bother, I’ll walk its okay”

“Don’t be silly. It’s raining. It’s no bother at all, come on” he smiled.

I watched as he took hold of my suitcase and held my hand with his free one. I let myself be gently pulled along the wet street and to his car. He unlocked the trunk of his car and put my suitcase in. while I stood there staring at the sky, watching the rain fall onto my face. Closing my eyes once again, I felt the droplets touch my face and then run off the sides.

“Ready to go” his voice interrupted my thoughts.

I looked at him and he smiled. Taking my hand and walking round to the passenger seat of his car. He opened my door and ushered me in, fastening my seatbelt for me and smiling before closing the door again.

 

I shook my head, refusing to remember the next part of my memory. The same old questions filled my brain as I cried out silently. Why did I get in the car? Why did I let him take my suitcase? Why did I trust him for a millisecond? And of course, the one that God never wants me to forget, why did I leave home? Instead I’m here, wherever that is. In this, this room?

I heard the faint sounds that were now too familiar to me. I clung to my legs for my dear life. I let my eyes travel to little source of light, which happened to be under the door. Staring at it, life it was a magical fire that hypnotised me. My nails dug into my skin as I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs. Soon the light under the door was blocked by his legs. I closed my eyes and breathed out, praying to myself. The door handle moved down and I heard the click of the door opening.

The sound of his shoes touching the floor and moving into the room sent shivers through my body. Creating goosebumps all up my arms and legs. I heard a sigh leave his lips as he closed the door and walked towards me.

“I gave you a room with a bed for a reason” he groaned.

“L-leave me alone” I cried.

“Just get off the floor, its uncomfortable” I heard him roll his eyes.

“n-no” I mumbled.

I heard, yet another sigh leave his mouth as he bent down. I could now see his eyes. Even in this light, I could see them. I tried not to look into his eyes, but he lifted my face so I had no choice.

“Come on phoebe, go get comfy in the bed” he smiled.

I shook my head out of his grasp and buried it in my legs. I did not like this at all. He groaned as he stood up again. Gosh all he does is huff and puff. I felt his arms on my legs and I was lifted into the air. He carried me bridal style towards the bed.

“No! Put me down! Please, put me down” I cried.

“Okay okay, I’m putting you down” he answered as he dropped me on the bed.

As soon as I felt my body touch the softness of the bed, I crawled to the top of it and buried my half naked body under the covers. I’m scared of him, so scared. And being half naked with ONLY his shirt of is an advantage I don’t want him to have, but he does.

“Now go to sleep, you have a busy day tomorrow” he winked.

“w-what?” I stuttered.

I felt the bed sink as he sat on the edge of it. The back of his hand stroking my cheek as he looked down at me. I hated his touch against my skin now, it was horrible. He seems all nice to people, but to me? To me he can be whatever he wants to be. Sometimes he wants to be nice, he will be nice. When he wants to be mean, that’s when I bleed and bruise.

“Go to bed shawty” he whispered.

I looked up at him. He smirked and leaned down. I moved my face so his lips touched my cheek before they could touch my lips. He chuckled as he planted many kisses on the side of my face. Moving my face to look up at him with his hands, it wasn’t long before his lips found mine. I never kissed him back. I just lay there, clutching the covers that hid my half naked body. He bit my lip a little and I squirmed in pain.

“Night shawty” he winked before getting up and walking out.

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