Lost in the Past

Isabella is a crazy 20 year old who follows her own rules. Everything changed when her friend, Amber, gets kidnapped. Isabella decides to take matters into her own hands and track them down. When she finally gets to the kidnappers, things take an unexpected twist. Now she is being hunted by the cops while she is searching for her friend. Can Isabella get Amber back? Can she figure out why they targeted Amber? When the truth slips out, is the reason why Amber was taken for something she did or something Isabella did. The truth lies in the past...


2. She's gone

I brush my wet, knotty hair until feels like silk. Then I dry it, but it only takes two minutes because my hair is really short. It is short around my head(not bald) and on the top it is a little bit longer. I have mini side bangs too and my hair is very thin. My hair used to be light brown until i dyed it dark red and I think it is really pretty. I already have my dress on, and it is bright red and ran straight down to right above my knees. There is one giant ruffle around the waist though. I have diamonds earrings on and I have just finished my makeup. I look very tan for foundation and bronzer, then I put on a light brown shimmery eyeshadow with black eyeliner, fake eye lashes, and mascara. I also have red lipstick on. I am almost ready to drive to the party. I grab my black high heels and text my best friend that I'm about to leave to pick her up. My best friend, Amber, and I have I known each other since 6th grade. We are so close and people often mistake us as sisters. I would do anything for her. She doesn't know everything about me though.

I was 20 and I had no major life plans. I was a free sprit. Sometimes I miss that feeling. It was September 1st, a Saturday, and I was going to a crazy party with my best friend. I can let go. I've always been a wild child. I check the mirror in my car one more time before I pull out of my driveway. The black makeup made my dark brown eyes pop. Then I grab my black handbag and place it on my lap. I turn the key and the car turned on. This night was going to be great.


This party is so fun!! It's 1 am and it's still going strong. There were at least 200 people there. I couldn't help best feel a little tired though. My friend, Amber, and I decide to leave early. We make our way out of the crowded penthouse and to the elevator of the apartment. We click the elevator button and on the way down laugh about things from the party. The elevator stops at ground level and we stroll out of the lobby. I open the door leading outside and feel a cold breeze around every unclothed piece of my body. I should have worn a coat. All you can smell in the air was gasoline. I can't see that well and there were only a few street lights on. We finally see my shiny red car parked against the edge of the road. Suddenly a van pulls up on the curb beside my car. I had a bad feeling, but I just let my enormous headache cloud it. Before I could do anything three men rushed out of the car and ran straight at us. They grabbed Amber and while picking her up, carried her back to their car.

"ISABELLA!!" Amber screamed through their arms. I am skilled at different types of fighting so I ran straight forward at the first guy I saw. I slammed my fist into his jaw line, hard enough to hear a crack. He fell to the floor in pain. I swung my fist at the next one, but he was to fast for me and he shoved me into the grass. They threw Amber into the back seat of their car as fast as they could. The one guy on the ground quickly crawls back to the car.

"AMBER!!" I yell. I quickly got up and ran to the car, but the door slams shut before I could do anything. I slam my fist into the side of their car leaving a large dent, but the car quickly drove away.

"AMBER! AMBER!" I screamed. All I remember is seeing is her terrified face peeking through the dark window on the back. How could I let this happen? More importantly, what just happened?

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