Chapter 2 2 Kidnapped

Lisa

The car drove away. I had been sitting in the closet for so long, I couldn't even move if I wanted it to. I was the first to wake up from the sound of the front door breaking open. I went to my parent’s room and tried to wake them up.

'Mom, I think there is someone in the house.' I shook her by her shoulders. 'Mom, I think there is someone in the house.' Now I got her attention. Her eyes flew open. She was scared. I could see it in her eyes.

'Quick Lisa, hide.' Mom turns around and wakes up dad. She runs to her closet and pushes me inside. 'Whatever you hear Lisa, don't come out.'

'What about Nova?' I ask.

'We will wake her up and tell her to hide too. Just go in Lisa.'

'Mom, I'm scared.' I hold her hand.

'Everything will be okay. I promise.' mom closed the door of the closet, leaving me in the dark.

I could hear mom and dad walking downstairs. I hear a man's voice. My mom screams and I jump up. Then I remember what mom said. Don't come out. I sit back again on the floor and start to cry. I can't hear a thing for a while, only my own breathing and crying. Then I hear footsteps on the stairs. Feet with shoes on. I knew my parents had bear feet when they left, this was the person that broke down our door. The bedroom door opens and closes again. I let out my breath, I didn't know I was holding, when I don't hear someone come inside the room. But when I hear Nova scream, I know it's too late to warn her. They found her and now they are taking her downstairs.

I wait till I don't hear footsteps anymore. I open the door. Mom told me to stay hidden, but the man had my sister. I open the door to the hallway and try to hear what they are saying. I can't hear a thing. Are they whispering or something? Then I hear mom scream again. I totally froze. Her scream was pure terror to hear, so full of fear. I turn around and go back in my parent’s bedroom. I need to call the police. Too bad they took my phone away. I got detention for using my phone in class, so mom and dad took away my phone. I quickly go to their bed. Maybe they left their phones here. There is nothing on their nightstands. Shit. I open the drawers of the nightstand. Yes, it's my phone! I go back to the closet and close the door. I feel safe in here. They are not going to find me. I turn on my phone. I feel like hours go by before the light turns on.

Update, please wait.....

No, no, no. This can't be happening right now.

20%. This is taking too long. They can be hurting my sister right now.

40%. Please, hurry.

60%. I can't deal with this any longer. I start to cry again. Whoever this man is or men are, they are not here to talk. I could not even think about what they were doing downstairs.

90%. Almost done.

100%. Yes. Finally I open my phone, enter my password and dial 991. Right when I press the green button, I hear a gun going off, followed by a scream and another gunshot.

'Hello this is the emergency line; how can I help you?' A warm woman's voice says through the phone.

My hands shake. I can't think, I can't talk. They shot someone. Who? I fall on my side. My eyes turn around to the back of my head. Before I pass out, I whisper: 'Someone is dead.'

Nova

It was all a nightmare. It was all a nightmare. At least I try to tell myself it was. But I can't move, my arms and legs are bound together, something black is covering my eyes and there is a cloth in my mouth with tape over it, to prevent me from screaming. I've been kidnapped. Shit.

The man with the black hair and the golden tooth said he was my father. My mother confirmed it. She said he was my father but wasn't my dad. Dad with a bullet in his head. No! I can't seem to shake the image of my parents with bullets in their head out of my brain. It keeps me awake, but all I want is to sleep again. I don't want to be awake, because when I am awake, it's all real. I don't want it to be real.

'I think she is awake again.' a man says.

'What do we do?' another asks.

'I don't know. It wasn't my idea to bring her with us. We should have killed her, like her parents.' another said.

'No.' I recognized his voice, it's Brad, my father, the man that raped his own daughter. 'She will be our plaything until we get bored of her. Then we could kill her.'

'Don't you think it's too risky to bring her along?' one of the six men asked.

'I don't think she will be a problem. Just give her the good stuff and she will be a sweet little girl for the next hours.'

I hear footsteps getting closer. There is someone standing over me. A hand takes a hold of my arm, I scream, but no sound is coming out. I feel a pinch in the croak of my arm, before I feel my limbs getting numb again and the darkness I was drifting in is taking over.

Lisa

I have been sitting at the police station for over six hours now. I can't believe they are dead. Mom and dad are dead. Someone killed them. I can't seem to stop myself from crying. Tears are streaming down my face ever since I woke up.

The police found me unconscious in my parent’s closet. I woke up but started to scream and they had to sedate me. I woke up hours later in a bed at the hospital. They were trying to get me to talk, to eat, to sleep, but I couldn't. My parents are dead. My sister was missing.

A familiar woman ran into the room I was sitting in. Her arms lifted me up in a warm embrace, but I was to numb to notice and didn't hug her back. 'I am so sorry.' she says. I don't know what to say, what to do. 'Lisa are you okay?' she whispers.

I look up when I hear her say my name. 'Aunt Bettina?'

'Yes, Honey I'm here. You are okay.'

I wrap my arms around my aunt. I can see she has been crying too, but she tries to be strong for me. 'It's true, isn't it?' I ask when I let her go.

A tear breaks free from Aunt Bettina's eye. She nods. 'Yes, it's true.' They are really dead. It wasn't a nightmare.

'Lisa, are you ready to talk now?' a policewoman asks when she sees me standing up, instead of sitting on the ground, like I have been since they brought me over here.

I look to Aunt Bettina. She nods again. 'I think so.' I tell the woman. I forgot her name, but she seems nice. I follow her to another room, with my aunt Bettina trailing us. She holds my shaking hand in hers. The woman points to a chair for me to take. I sit down. My aunt sits next to me. I feel safer already with her by my side.

'So, Lisa can you please tell me what happened last night? Everything you can remember.'

I nod. My hands fisting the bottom of my pajama shirt I was still wearing. I don't want to think about what happened last night, but the sooner I talk, the sooner they find the bastards that killed my parents. 'I woke up in the middle of the night.' I began. I told her everything I knew. I didn't even know I was crying again, until the policewoman gave me a tissue. 'It's my fault they are dead. I should have called the police sooner. I could have saved them, if I called sooner.' I never saw the men; I had no idea how many there were downstairs. I did what my mother told me to do: hide. I was a coward.

'It was not your fault, Lisa. The men that came into your house were after your family's money. They took a lot of cash out of the safe, jewels and other stuff.'

'They killed my parents.' I cry out.

'And they kidnapped Nova.' Aunt Bettina said.

I totally forgot about that for a second. Oh god, I am a bad sister. She must be so scared.

'We do everything we can to find her.'

The truth comes crashing in. My parents are dead, Nova is kidnapped. I'm all alone. I have never been alone before in my life. I'm fourteen years old and I never even had a sleepover at a friend’s house. My parents kept us close, safe. They were loving parents, but strict. Me and Nova were always close. Not recently though. Nova was always with her friends lately and Dane, her wannabe boyfriend. Nova. They kidnapped Nova. Oh god, what if she is dead too?