Whisked Away by fallenangel121212 (reading strategies book txt) 📖

and finally got a good look at him. He was a big man with broad shoulders and a cold face. He waited until I nodded and then he removed it slowly. I had no intention of screaming or being unconscious again. These people would be talking, and information was like gold. Plus I had to think of a way to get out of this van!

“Are we almost there?”

I could hear muffled voices coming from the front seat, the one that was talking sounded male.

“Nearly, just a few more miles.”

The answering voice sounded male and like the one who had restrained me in the parking lot, so I named him goon 2. I figured the other was the one who had knocked me out, so I named him goon 3.

Oh man, I wondered what they were going to do to me.

“Who are you? What do you want?” I asked them.

“Shut up and don’t move” goon 2 said.

Then I remembered something, usually vans like this one had those big open back doors, and it felt like I was leaning up against one of them! A small surge of hope flared inside me. Maybe if I could open the door at the right time, I could run as fast as I could and get some help. They would have to stop the car and get me, and hopefully we would be in a populated area. I decided to wait until the next time we stopped. I didn’t have to wait long, in the next five minutes we started slowing down and I heard the driver mutter something about “stupid stoplights”.

This was it! As I inched towards the door, every one of them ignored me, and I jolted the handle down.

The breeze was the sweetest thing I had ever experienced. As I rolled out of the car I could hear shouts of surprise and outrage behind me. That’s when I started screaming.

“HELP! CALL THE POLICE! I’VE BEEN KIDNAPPED!!” I glanced around and my heart sank. We were in a deserted area, there was no one around. In fact all I could see was another van, which seemed to be waiting for someone. I ran blindly as fast as I could, but unfortunately for me the goons seemed to be the athletic type too. Even though I could run the mile without stopping, they still caught up with me after running for 10 minutes.

“Darn it, so close” The grief and anger surrounded me like a blanket.

“Crazy girl, she could have gotten us in a lot of trouble if we had been in a town!” goon 3 commented.

“At least we are about to change vehicles and no one had seen us.” replied goon two.

“Alright, get her into the back”

“Oh wait, before that..”

Suddenly goon 2 covered my face with the same cloth he had when they first kidnapped me. I instantly started struggling but I knew it was no use. As the darkness covered me again, my thoughts rushed back to my family, then nothing.
Three

When I finally awoke I was being carried by two people. One had their arms under my armpits and the other had grabbed my ankles. I struggled in their arms and got hit on the head.

“Great now I’ve got two bumps.” I thought angrily.

Just who did these people think they were anyway?

They tossed me in what looked like an abandoned bedroom. There was a bed, a bathroom, and a window. The bed had an old gray blanket and a pillow, but at least it was something. I quickly ran to the door, hoping I might be able to get out before they prevented it, but it seemed like there was something blocking it on the outside. I sighed and looked at the bed.

It was then that I realized how tired and hungry I was. As I lay down on the bed I felt something digging into my side. I checked my jean pockets and found my iPod. I almost cried out in relief, it felt like there was something normal in this new crazy world. Hopeful I reached for my other pocket, where I usually keep my phone, praying it would be there. My hopes sank when it wasn’t there, but I was still grateful for my iPod. It was fully charged too, which meant if I was careful I had a couple of days at best with my music. With a jolt I realized that my iPod had a calendar and a clock. I checked it and saw that the time was 3 in the morning, a whole 15 hours had past! My mom was sure to have called the police and reported this.

“Might as well wash up.” I said aloud. I walked to the bathroom and stopped cold, staring at my reflection. My jeans and brown t-shirt were covered in grim and my jeans were torn in some places. That got me mad, these were my favorite pair of jeans!

“They are going to pay.” I vowed grimly.

I looked over the rest of me. My face was scratched in some places and covered in dirt. I scrubbed it off with the water from the sing. My hair was a mess. While it was usually really neat, now it looked like a rat’s nest. It was sticking up everywhere and looked like hobo hair. I was so grateful that I had a hair tie so I could put my hair back in a ponytail and have it look somewhat nice. When I was done in the bathroom I walked back in the bedroom and sat down on the bed, feeling awful.

I wondered if my mom had called dad yet. The only reason she would call my dad is if something really bad happened. I remembered the only other time that mom had called dad was when Matt was in the hospital with a concussion after getting hit on the head with a baseball. I wished my father could have been there with me when I walked to the car, then maybe this wouldn’t have happened. Now there was no dad to make everything better, only me and my iPod.

“And my stomach.” I thought as it let out a huge groan. The last thing I had eaten was a granola bar at 8 in the morning. It seemed almost as if my kidnappers had known because at that moment the door opened and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a bag of chips, and a juice pouch were tossed in the room. I was instantly on my guard, this looked homemade so I didn’t know what they could have done to it. Was it poisoned? Did it have some kind of anesthesia in it to make me easier to cooperate with? I wasn’t willing to risk my freedom, so I stuck with the bagged chips and juice. These I knew couldn’t have been drugged because they showed no signs of ever been opened. After I finish the chips and juice, I lay in the bed and listened to my music. With nothing to do I sang. Quietly at first, but then I increased my volume. I sang some pretty nasty songs hoping to annoy my kidnappers.

Some time passed before I heard a tentative knock at the door. That surprised me. They were the kidnappers, why would they knock on my door? Wouldn’t they just barge in so I wouldn’t have time to prepare myself? I tensed and shoved my iPod under my pillow. No sense in them seeing it and feeling the need to take it. Then I sprung from the bed ready to make a run for it, or attack if I needed to. The door swung open and goon 3 entered the room. As I got ready to pounce on him, he pulled out a gun.

“Don’t even think about it little girl.”
When he talked I noticed some kind of foreign accent that I couldn’t identify.

“What? After all that trouble of getting me, you’re just going to kill me? Just like that? You guys are more stupid than I thought.” I retaliated bravely, hoping to stall him.

He laughed a cold mean laugh, his smile never reaching his eyes.

“Hmm you’re a brave one. That’s good, you’ll survive longer. I guess we got lucky that it was you who came out and not your brother.”

I felt the color drain from my face when they mentioned Matt.

“What do you want with me? What did I ever do to deserve this? If its money you want…” I faltered, thinking quickly. If they wanted a ransom and found out that we didn’t have a lot of money, would they kill me? He had a gun right there, maybe they had found out and were going to get rid of me.

“Don’t be silly little girl. You haven’t done anything. We want revenge on your father.”

“My father?”

“Yes you stupid girl. Your father got us all in prison and now he’s going to pay.”

“He’s going to pay?” I thought. All of a sudden the pieces seemed to fall into place. Why he had a gun, why they had kidnapped me.

“Oh my God, are you going to kill me?” I asked in a shaky voice, scared of the answer.

He snorted, reassuring me slightly. “Of course not girl, we are just going to make him suffer a little while longer. Now, say cheese!”

Whipping out a camera with his spare hand so quickly that I didn’t have time to react, he snapped a picture of me. As I rubbed my eyes clear from the sudden flash, he started laughing.

“Good you look nice and scared. Your father won’t stand by and do nothing once we send this to him.”

While he continued to ramble on about how perfect the picture was, I slowly crept towards him. What this man didn’t know was that I had been trained in martial arts by my father and I knew at least five ways to knock someone out cold for a couple of hours. Stealthy as a ninja, I snuck up behind him and struck a hard jab to the back of his neck. I heard