His Dad's My Kidnapper

I strain to get free from the grip of the ropes holding me hostage.

"You won't get away with this!" I scream into the darkness.
"Oh trust me I already have"

Some people aren't who they seem to be. Trust no one.

* I don't know who made the cover but whoever did it I give you credit*


1. Chapter 1~ Eight Hours

I am thrown into a dirty, dark attic as I try to escape my kidnapper who I once thought of as just an ordinary employee. He reaches for the rope laying on a chair, he grabs both my hands and ties them to a pole. I strain to get free from the grip of the ropes holding me hostage.

"You won't get away with this!" I scream into the darkness.

"Oh trust me darling,I already have."

*8 hours earlier*

"Dad!" I yell as I hurry down the stairs and run into his office. "Yes Lauren?" My dad asks covering the speaker of the phone with his hands, great another business call with his company.

"What am I suppose to wear for your companies party tonight?" I ask hoping that I can keep his attention on me for at least two minutes. " I don't know honey, go ask the nanny" he says waving me off as he continues with his phone call. Of course he wouldn't know, he never seems to know anything now a days.

You must be wondering ' who is this girl?' Well I am glad you asked! I am Lauren Sanders, the daughter of Daniel L. Sanders. The owner of Sanders inc. I know what you may be thinking, 'oh it's just some rich white girl, her life must be perfect' blah, blah, blah. Well I got news for you, MY.LIFE.IS.CRAP. With my Dad working all day I am left with my five year old sister; Sam and the nanny. The only time I actually get to see my dad is on times like this, a big company event or on the holidays. I'm just any typical 19 year old trying to make my dad proud, which isn't easy.

" Maria!" I yell walking into my sister Sam's room. " Yes Ms. Sanders?" She asks sweetly and I shake my head " Remember Maria, call me Lauren I'm not your boss" I laugh and she slightly laughs too. " Maria do you know what dress I'm wearing for the party tonight?" " yes Ms.. I mean Lauren, um.. Charlie just got it back from the cleaners so I laid it out on your bed for you." She says while folding my sisters clothes, I swear she works way to hard. "Thank you Maria" I say walking out of the room and into my own. Charlie's our personal assistant. I know that it is selfish and that we should do stuff for ourselves, I tried telling dad that but he just wouldn't listen to me, like always.

'Time is money' he would always say before leaving to go answer another phone call or just go back to the companies headquarters. Sometimes I just feel like I do not exist to my dad, like if I disappeared he wouldn't care. I look on my bed and gently carry the dark blue strapless dress that is in front of me. I have endless amount of dresses and heels, yet I get a new one every month. I know I should be happy, but I just can't be. Why should I be happy when there are children in the world that are less fortunate than me and here I would be bragging about getting a new dress. It's just not right.

I sighed and grabbed the dress and put it on. I examined myself in the mirror to see if it fit, and of course it did. I mean my dad has bought me over 100 dresses, I'm pretty sure he knows my size by now. I take off my dress and get into a shirt and sweats. I walk over to my bed and decide to settle down and watch tv, eight more hours until the party, let my hell begin.

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