Kidnapped
The Beginning
“Beep. Beep. Beep.” I woke to the sound of my alarm clock, shutting it off almost immediately. Groggily stretching and rubbing my eyes I made my way to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, the steam engulfed me. Once the shower was at just the right temperature, I stepped in, letting the warm water cascade around my frail body. Getting out, I slowly dried my body.
Walking back to my room I picked out my outfit for the day. It consisted of high waisted jean shorts and a shirt that said ‘Follow Your Dreams” along with a pair of red TOMS.
Going back to the bathroom I blow dried my hair and then curled it. Then applying winged eyeliner, mascara and red lipstick, my signature look.
Looking at the time, I cursed under my breath. I was going to be late … again. I was always late because I liked to take time on my appearance.
Walking out into the warm summer air, I went over to my old fashioned red bike. Quickly peddling away, I finally arrived at the record shop, where I worked, only five minutes late.
Going inside, I went behind the register. Suddenly, a very attractive guy walked in. Our eyes met and I got lost in the green of his eyes. His hair was a chocolatey brown and very curly.
Slowly, he approached me. “ Hello, love. I was wondering if you could show me a good album, yeah?”
I paused for a moment, thinking he looked quite familiar, but soon let it go. “Sure! Here follow me.” I directed him towards my favourite area, where we kept The Beatles albums. “I am a huge fan of The Beatles so any of these would be amazing, in my opinion. I really like The White Album, though.” I said to him.
“The White Album it is then.” He said picking it up.
We went back over to the register and I rang up the album. “That’ll be $20 please.”
“Here you go, thanks a bunch.” He said handing me a 20 dollar bill and then quickly leaving.
My shift ended quickly, with only a few customers coming in.
I rode my bike back to my house and dialled my best friend, Rosie.
“Hey Rosie! I was wondering if you were busy tonight?” I asked her hopefully.
“Nope, no plans yet, why? What did ya have in mind Abby?”
“Well, I was thinking we could go shopping, then grab some dinner, and then go clubbing, yeah?” I asked again.
“That sounds FANTASTIC!” Rosie squealed.
“Okie dokie then come on over and we’ll get our shop on!” I said.
Soon Rosie arrived and we went straight to the store.
After a while of shopping I found a small black dress that hugged all the right places, paired with some red heels.
Rosie, on the other hand, found a loose dark blue dress that had tribal designs and orange heels.
We then went out to eat and by the time we were done we rushed to my apartment to get ready.
My makeup consisted of red lips, smoky eyes and winged eyeliner. While Rosie wore a brown smoky eye with brown eyeliner and tangerine lips.
Finishing up we quickly drove off to the club.
When we arrived we immediately went straight to the bar. I’ll have 10 shots of vodka please I ordered for both of us to start off.
“One. Two. Three.” We both said and then downed 5 shots each.
The effects started really quickly and soon I was out on the dancefloor dancing provocatively, alone. Though soon after a guy came up to me.
“You were right The White Album is amazing.” He said with a smirk. I looked into his green eyes and remembered him from the record shop.
I laughed loudly “I know right?” I slurred out.
“Wanna dance?” He asked me.
“Sure but first let me get your name, yeah?”
“Harry.” He put his hand out for me to shake.
“Abby.” I said while shaking his hand.
Soon enough Harry and I were grinding perfectly together.
His hot breath was on my neck and he whispered into my ear “What do you say, can I take you home tonight?”
“I’m sorry if I gave the impression that I was going home with you tonight but I’m not like that.” I said.
Suddenly, I felt really tired and it was hard for me to stand. I looked around for Rosie but she was nowhere in sight.
“I thought you might say that.” His whispered again.
Scooping me up I fought the urge to sleep but I lost my strength and soon fell asleep in Harry’s arms, my last thought being that he drugged me.
Walking back to my room I picked out my outfit for the day. It consisted of high waisted jean shorts and a shirt that said ‘Follow Your Dreams” along with a pair of red TOMS.
Going back to the bathroom I blow dried my hair and then curled it. Then applying winged eyeliner, mascara and red lipstick, my signature look.
Looking at the time, I cursed under my breath. I was going to be late … again. I was always late because I liked to take time on my appearance.
Walking out into the warm summer air, I went over to my old fashioned red bike. Quickly peddling away, I finally arrived at the record shop, where I worked, only five minutes late.
Going inside, I went behind the register. Suddenly, a very attractive guy walked in. Our eyes met and I got lost in the green of his eyes. His hair was a chocolatey brown and very curly.
Slowly, he approached me. “ Hello, love. I was wondering if you could show me a good album, yeah?”
I paused for a moment, thinking he looked quite familiar, but soon let it go. “Sure! Here follow me.” I directed him towards my favourite area, where we kept The Beatles albums. “I am a huge fan of The Beatles so any of these would be amazing, in my opinion. I really like The White Album, though.” I said to him.
“The White Album it is then.” He said picking it up.
We went back over to the register and I rang up the album. “That’ll be $20 please.”
“Here you go, thanks a bunch.” He said handing me a 20 dollar bill and then quickly leaving.
My shift ended quickly, with only a few customers coming in.
I rode my bike back to my house and dialled my best friend, Rosie.
“Hey Rosie! I was wondering if you were busy tonight?” I asked her hopefully.
“Nope, no plans yet, why? What did ya have in mind Abby?”
“Well, I was thinking we could go shopping, then grab some dinner, and then go clubbing, yeah?” I asked again.
“That sounds FANTASTIC!” Rosie squealed.
“Okie dokie then come on over and we’ll get our shop on!” I said.
Soon Rosie arrived and we went straight to the store.
After a while of shopping I found a small black dress that hugged all the right places, paired with some red heels.
Rosie, on the other hand, found a loose dark blue dress that had tribal designs and orange heels.
We then went out to eat and by the time we were done we rushed to my apartment to get ready.
My makeup consisted of red lips, smoky eyes and winged eyeliner. While Rosie wore a brown smoky eye with brown eyeliner and tangerine lips.
Finishing up we quickly drove off to the club.
When we arrived we immediately went straight to the bar. I’ll have 10 shots of vodka please I ordered for both of us to start off.
“One. Two. Three.” We both said and then downed 5 shots each.
The effects started really quickly and soon I was out on the dancefloor dancing provocatively, alone. Though soon after a guy came up to me.
“You were right The White Album is amazing.” He said with a smirk. I looked into his green eyes and remembered him from the record shop.
I laughed loudly “I know right?” I slurred out.
“Wanna dance?” He asked me.
“Sure but first let me get your name, yeah?”
“Harry.” He put his hand out for me to shake.
“Abby.” I said while shaking his hand.
Soon enough Harry and I were grinding perfectly together.
His hot breath was on my neck and he whispered into my ear “What do you say, can I take you home tonight?”
“I’m sorry if I gave the impression that I was going home with you tonight but I’m not like that.” I said.
Suddenly, I felt really tired and it was hard for me to stand. I looked around for Rosie but she was nowhere in sight.
“I thought you might say that.” His whispered again.
Scooping me up I fought the urge to sleep but I lost my strength and soon fell asleep in Harry’s arms, my last thought being that he drugged me.
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12/6/14