In the name of Neptune's beard, his insanely round, shiny bold head including his magical pitch fork, I pray that I don't get killed this afternoon. I think I'm going to die today, no, actually I might actually get killed today.

I startled struggling to get the strangers grip away from my mouth at the same time yelling, even though my voice was being muffled by this crazy person's huge hand over my mouth. It was most probably a dude, I mean yes, I suspected Mandy, but this hand was big, didn't smell like overly manicured nails and didn't smell like overly lotioned with skin care what-cha-ma-call-it stuff. I mean even if she came after me, I bet she wouldn't even want to stand near me let alone put her hand over my mouth. The feelings mutual, I would not want to go any way near her and I'm sure as hell she feels the same way about me. God I hate her. Talking about her just makes me want to kill myself.

"Shut up! " the voice whispered to me making my skin erupt with goosebumps. Yes, goosebumps. Not the kind of goosebumps you get when you feel all lovey dovey, not the kind of goosebumps you get when you are cold, not the kind where you just feel like someone is watching you, nah, this kind of goosebumps was a different kind. Hopefully it exists, even if it doesn't, consider it officially a thing. This kind of goosebumps were kind of like what-the-heck-is-happening-im-going-to-die kind of goosebumps. Long ass name, I know. In my pocket, I could feel my phone buzzing non stop. Ring after ring after ring.

"Let me go! " I struggled with the person and said, my voice coming out muffled sounding more like le me poo.

I felt us come to a sudden halt and the voice boomed, "You want to shit? Now? "

Maybe I should just keep quiet, I thought.

"Well, " the voice said again, "hold it in I guess-"

I rolled my eyes.

"-and keep quiet. "

Instead of doing what my kidnapper instructed I went even harder.

That didn't sound right.

I mean I didn't listen! Yelling, grunting, moving and squirming around, and yes, jumping because the hand was not only over my mouth anymore, it was wrapped around my waist pulling me back. I don't freaking get it, I seriously thought the people in the bus saw that. Wouldn't they help! What kind of world are we living in! Did they even see me get kidnapped. I felt myself being dragged back further away from the bus stop. I closed my eyes. This is it. This is the day. My final day. I should've listened when my mom said to get a life, now I'll have nothing to miss. All I'll ever miss is, well, my bed and Netflix. My undying love will forever remain with them. My sneakers, oh my lovely sneakers. My beautiful babies. And finally, my car. Oh mom, you're going to regret not giving me the car. I never said good-

"Are you alive? " My thoughts came to a complete stop when the person spoke with a deep and raspy voice. The hand over my mouth slowly peeling off. First thing that came to mind: Scream and run like a crazy person.

I swear I've heard that voice somewhere.

"Don't scream, " the person said, still removing his hand slowly.

"You won't scream right? Cause I'll take my hand off only if you promise not to scream, " my kidnapper said.

I nodded my head and he slowly but surely started taking his hand away. Oops, wrong move. I sucked in an air full of oxygen and yelled, "I'm gonna di-"

"What the heck dude! " the hand slammed back onto my mouth making my teeth bite my lip.

Holy mother of cows. That freaking hurts.

I whimpered feeling the pain of my lips being bitten. Let me tell you, the feeling of this, hurts like a bitch.

"What did I just say? " the person whisper yelled at me.

I didn't speak. Instead I had an idea. It always works on dogs so why not humans. After all we're mammals and dogs are kind of like us accept their not that smart unless trained. I mean some dogs are taken to training for that and some dogs are naturally smart. Okay, I should really focus more on the problem at hand. Right back in topic, I had a plan. I was going to play dead.

"Hello? " the person asked again making me jump because not only was this person talking to me it was because only this time, they were close. Like really close I could literally feel their breath on my skin, which by the way, smelled of smoke. I still refused to open my eyes though. Despite the voice sounding completely familiar and hell of a lot sexy, I'm not opening them. I want to see my car before I die, not my murderer.

"Seriously you have to open your eyes, " the voice said again.

"I don't want too, " My mouth opened before I could stop it. Even though his hand over my mouth I managed to talk making it slightly muffled.

"So you are alive, " the voice replied. "You seriously aren't going to open your eyes? "

"Nope," I replied calm.

"I swear I'm not a hot rapist, " the voice chuckled. He sounded like he knew me. Like I was going to assume he was a rapist. A hot rapist. I mean yeah, that's actually what I was thinking, but why'd he laugh. Why is he laughing! And how did he know I thought he was hot? I didn't even see his face. Well, not yet anyway.

I kept my eyes closed. Shut tightly. I don't want to open my eyes. Even though the suspense is killing me. Okay it is eating me alive and no, nope. I'm not doing it. I am not opening my-

Screw it.

I flew my eyes open to find myself in a dark alley way. Why the hell am I here! Why is it dark? Why are we alone? Why am I thinking too much? Why am I asking a lot of why questions?

"What the heck! Where am I!? " I started panicking looking around. My kidnapper still had his hand holding onto my hand trying to keep me from running.

I turned around and saw the person who was non other than... No-one. I didn't recognized him. It was dark so, I couldn't really see him.

"Who are yo- and let my hand go, " I said trying to pull my hand away.

"No, you're going to run away," he sighed softly tightening his grip on my hand.

"I won't, " I lied keeping my voice straight. Let me tell you, lying is my forte.

I was seriously dying to see this persons face because I didn't really know whether they believed me or not. I slowly heard him sigh and then I felt his grip loosen on my wrist.

"Okay," he started, "I actually thought you were lying but you sounded like-"

"See yah! "

Just like that, I bolted away from the dark alley. I don't know if you say good bye to kidnapper or whatever but I would feel bad if I left without saying it.

My legs hurt so bad and even though my lungs felt like they wanted to explode I knew this was a life and death thing. The psyho path could be running after me and I didn't want to risk slowing down. I ran and ran and ran and ran and well, you get the idea. I was running. I slowed down a little when I saw an all too familiar place: Starbucks.

Well, maybe some coffee won't hurt, I thought walking towards it and trying to clam down when my phone buzzed inside my pocket.

God, I almost forgot about that little thing. It was buzzing all day seriously. I slowed my breath and slipped my hand into my back pocket to remove my phone.

"Really!" I cried looking at almost 10 missed calls, 5 massages and 3 voice mails.

10 missed calls all from my mom, probably because I didn't get the eggs and milk for her batch. I'm definitely going to die. Let me tell you, seeing so many missed calls, voice mails and massages from your mom and dad will make you scared enough to kill yourselves before they get to you and right now, I was sure I didn't want to get back home.

"Holy Ghost, " I sighed and scrolled through the rest of my notifications. 3 massages from my mom;

Birth Giver <3 : Child! Where the hell are you! I need those eggs!

Birth Giver <3 : PAGE PARIE AGNES EDISON!!! I NEED MY EGGS!

I scoffed and looked at the phone, "You need your eggs? " I asked myself looking at the phone as if my mom could hear me, then I checked her other massage.

Birth Giver <3 : that last line didn't sound so right. I meant I need the eggs for the batch. Just get back home!

Great.

Last 2 massages were from...

Brat: page I swear to God I will kill u.

Brat: where r u!??!!!

I frowned and looked at the phone: was I supposed to be meeting Aldan?

I shoved my phone back into my pocket and looked at the Starbucks sign on the top of the building battling whether I should get coffee or just go to the store and grab my moms stuff then get back home. I pulled out my phone again and checked the time:
7:56. Damn, times sure flies by when you're being kidnapped.

"Okay, sorry Starbucks but, I value my life, " I turned around and speed walked across the road to the store.

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