Kidnapped

                                    

                                          
At first I thought I was mistaking it and the noise was from me opening the door but no. I turned around fast but not fast enough. Someone grabbed the back of my neck and got out of the door with me in his hold
He made his way fast out of the alley, almost running. We got out of the small alley and into the slightly busy street. I swear there were even more people in the restaurant
It's like I was frozen but then I forced myself to move. I tried getting out of the man's grip. His hand though, moved from my neck to my arm, grasping it tightly on a very familiar place, in a very familiar way. I gasped as realization dawned on me. It was so obvious who it was right now
'Eddie! Clyde!' I screamed their names. 'Mhhh!' A lot of heads turned our way but none familiar. The man put his hand on my mouth to keep me from screaming again. I noticed people pulling out their phones, some recording and some calling the police, probably. A few braver people even headed our way, though a little hesitantly, not knowing if the man's holding me was armed or not
'I see you made friends, huh?' His voice was mocking. 'I told you to find a job and come back home! Didn't I?' He growled, pushing me inside his car that was already turned on. I guess he was going to order a takeaway and took me instead
He entered from the driver's side and locked the car. I looked around frantically when suddenly I saw familiar faces running our way. Fabian and Devin
But it was too late. My dad already pulled out of the parking lot and we were on the road, back to there. That house. I don't want to go back
'Please, let me go' I sobbed, pleading
'Keep quiet' he hissed through clenched teeth. I kept my mouth shut, knowing better than to test his limits
We reached there way too fast. He parked the car and turned it off. He grabbed my wrist before opening his door, then he lifted me under my armpits and put me on the ground without ever letting go of my wrist
He locked his car and made his way home. I tried to dig my feet in the ground but he wasn't really patient that time. He never really was. He lifted me in his arms and I struggled a bit but stopped when I saw people staring our way. I don't know why. Maybe because I didn't want to make a scene. I knew for sure he was not going to hurt me, much
He could've done it all along but he didn't. Sometimes it looked like he was holding himself back which made me think, why? Why didn't he just beat me harder all this time. Is it because he doesn't want to get in trouble with the authorities? Probably not. I don't know what to think anymore