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′Have you ever loved someone so much that you wanted to keep them hidden from the world and all to yourself? Well apparently that is known as kidnapping’
The loud music thundered the dance floor, as people moved their body to the music. People bumped into each other every so often, because of the darkness of the room. I watched my best friend dance in the dim lit room.
“This is the best fun I have had in days,” my best friend Esme shouts over the loud music.
“That’s because this is the first night in weeks that we don’t have to worry about exams,” I shout back to her over the loud music.
“Yes, you are right,” she says nodding her head slowly, “Why am I feeling so hot?”
“Maybe because we are dancing in the middle of a crowd,” I say to her.
“You are such a mood killer,” Esme says moving to the sound of the music.
“Well you are such a party rocker,” I retort back. Esme and I are complete opposites, but you know what they say opposites attract.
I am the type of girl who just sits and reads all. I may read all day but I am definitely not afraid to speak my mind out loud.
I flip my dark brown hair over my shoulder in an attempt to stop sweating. I am 5, 7 tall and am the ‘nobody knows her name but have seen her around’ at school. I was given to an orphanage after I was born. After that nobody adopted me. So basically I’m an orphan.
I have been working part time at a local coffee shop since I was thirteen to earn money for university and when I get kicked out the orphanage, which is tomorrow because I turned 18 today. I know sucks to be an orphan, but you know; what they say if life was easy then where would all the adventures be?
Emma moves her tall body to the beat. Her blond hair waving around wildly. Emma is what people now days like to call perfect. She has perfect grades, she has loving parents, she’s rich and she gets attention from all the boys at school.
The only bad part about her life is little old me. I had told Emma plenty of times to ditch me and go to the popular group but every time I asked her, she told me that best friends don’t ditch each other. After a while I just gave up.
“I am going to sit down,” I shout in Emma’s ear.
“Why? We’ve only been dancing for a few minutes.”
“We’ve been in the club for more the three hours.” I wipe away the sweat that is on my forehead.
“Well if we are going to be sitting down we might as well get a drink,” she says, turning around and pushing through the crowd. After finally getting away from the crowd we walk to the bar.
“Two vodkas please,” Esme says to the bartender. I blink my light, brown eyes slowly trying to adjust to the bright light above us.
“Here you go, ladies,” the bartender says, putting two shots down in front of us.
“Thanks,” we both mutter to him.
“One, two three,” we say pulling the glass to the tip of my mouth. Drinking the contents down no matter how much it burned.
“You want one more?”
“I want to have one more, but I have to go now,” I say standing up. I have to grip the table to steady myself.
“Do you have to?” She asks pouting.
“Yes, you know the curfew is 12 o’clock at the orphanage and this is my last night there so I want to make the best of it,” I say.
She cocks an eyebrow in response telling me she doesn’t fully believe me.
“I also have the early shift at work tomorrow and I’m probably going to get in trouble for drinking.”
“Just blame it all on me,” she says with a smirk on her face, “It is not like I will see them again.”
“You’re right. I’ve got to go now, bye!” I shout to her over the loud music.
“Wait.” Esme holds my hand, preventing me from going.
“What?” I ask curiously. I tilt my head to the side, confused to why she is holding my hand.
“Are you going to be alright?” Esme asks me in a concerned voice. This has always been something I liked about Esme, no matter what they situation she always makes sure I will be alright.
" I will be fine. I I have to go now, Bye!” I say as Esme lets go of my hand.
“Bye,” she shouts, giving me a smile that I return back.
I go to the lockers and get my black coat them from. I snuggle into the warmth of the coat as I walk down the cold streets.
Slowly the loud music started to fade away and then it went completely silent. I decided I was too tired to take the long way so I took the short cut, even though I’ve been told like a trillion times not go as you could kidnapped. It’s not like I’ll get kidnapped right?
I mean it’s only one time and it’s been on my bucket list to go since I was told for the first time. But it never said you needed to go alone.
I ignored the thought and decided keep on going. I was keeping a brave act but inside I felt like a kidnapper would jump any corner and kidnap me or even worse kill me. Stop thinking rubbish. I scolded to myself. It’s not rubbish when you know it is true.
I decide to distract myself from my overactive imagination and look around to see that everything is peaceful and quiet. It is kind of spooky if you ask me. The only noise you can hear is the sound of dogs barking from far away.
Just as I am turning into the corner towards the orphanage I hear loud shouts and fists colliding into bodies. I keep quiet and took a sneak peak which I regret immediately because I see five men standing there with three bodies scattered around and one of men twists the man’s neck which caused the person’s head to fall onto the ground.
As if on cue I scream bloody loud. I don’t know I am screaming till I see all of them staring at me.
All of the guys are good looking but one of the men catches my eye he has black tousled hair and blood shot red eyes that will scare away any person but just seemed to lure me more into him. You can see his strong jaw line. He is very tall. He has a very visible 6 pack through his black T-Shirt.
You can see his muscles ripple through his T-Shirt. His black pants that hung low on his hips and black shoes just made him look more dangerous and sexy. If I am in my right state of mind I will have probably run but I can’t take my eyes off him. There is a small scar on his right arm but other than that he is perfect.
When I get enough courage to look up, I get an involuntary shiver throughout by body when I stare into his blood, red eyes. I didn’t expect to be lost in them, like a trance spell. It is as if everything around us stopped for a moment. It seems as if it was only the two of us. It seemed as if I am attached to him by an invisible rope.
I know he is dangerous by the way he had twisted the man’s neck but you know what they say whatever you can’t have you want to have it more than anything. I try to take my eyes off him but just can’t make myself do it. There is blood dripping from his nose but suddenly it isn’t bleeding anymore.
I wonder how that happened.
We kept on looking. I see him breathe in deeply then I heard him say a word that changed my whole life. Everything is frozen.
You can’t hear the dogs barking or the sound of the slight breeze.
“Mine,” he says into the silent night. As if magic it seemed to echo everywhere. His voice is husky and deep but holds power that gives me goose bumps throughout my body.
Suddenly it hit me what he had just said and I wanted to shout to him that I am nobody’s. I never was. I never will be.
Whatever trance I am in I slowly came out of it. I think of all the ways of getting out of this situation and there is only one way out. Running for your life.
I slowly walk backwards watching them and just when one of them turns their neck to look behind them I turn fully around and run as fast as I can to the orphanage.
I keep on running, but start getting breathless after a few seconds.
Damn, I should have taken athletics more seriously!
I turn around to see how far behind they were but see no one.
I mean it’s not like the can just disappear right?
I turn back around and see four of the guys blocking the way. I again for the third turn around to go back the way that I just came from but I bump into a hard chest. Arms wrap around my waist, holding me in place. It brings tingles through my whole body.
How the heck did he get here?
“Don’t ever run away from me again mate," he whispers to me. The way he says mate makes me feel like it is supposed to belong there.
“I am no-” I try to say but get cut off when I feel one of his rough hands press against the pressure point on my neck. I feel him press it harder, making me squeal in pain.
“Ow.” I know that within minutes I would be passed out.
I try to squirm away from his tight hold but it is like a death grip. Slowly I feel dizzy and get a headache. I turn around to see eight guys. There is two of each guy. I must be seeing doubles. I can feel myself falling, slowly asleep.
I try for the last time to get away by using my weak hands to punch his hands away from neck and try to hit his knee but I just end up hurting myself. I slowly feel myself slipping away. Thankfully he is holding me otherwise I will have probably fallen on my knees.
I myself am falling off to asleep. I try my best to not fall asleep but you know what they say when you got to sleep you got to sleep.
Just before I went asleep I mutter to myself “I am no one’s!”
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