CHAPTER 3: kidn*pped
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*Alison's pnt of view*
- Run - I heard my mother screaming behind me.
I was laughing and running as fast as I can, but he caught me. My father appeared in front of me, grabbed me and started tickling me.
I was five years, we were at the gardens of the palace.
I didn't remember that moment. I was very happy at those times. I can't remember the last time I was with my parents without it being for meetings about princes stuff.
The next thing I see is a man, a man I have never met. He is handsome, he is blond, he has combed hair and brown eyes. He looks at me very intensely and takes my hands. Suddenly when I look down I see that I have a dress on, a wedding dress. I feel like I'm smiling, but why am I smiling? I don't even know this man!
The priest says you can kiss the bride ... Inside me I want to scape, I want to run away from there, I want to say that I don't want to marry a man I don't know. But I can't, it's as if my body had a life of its own and propelled me to do what is wanted of me, what everyone wants me to do.
I suddenly open my eyes, I wake up and try to get up, but I can't. I look around, I'm in a car seat. I have the car belt on and it's locked with a padlock. The car isn't moving. I'm in a fuel station. It's night, and everything is dark. I try to search my phone in my pockets, but I don't find it there. He must have taken it. I take the hairpin I have in my hair, fold it and put it into the padlock, I start to move it like I have seen in the movies (please make it work, please make it work). Suddenly I hear a click and the padlock opens. I take off the car belt, open the door quietly and walk out carefully.
I have a plan: I will run as fast as I can, I will search for a map, to know where I am, or for a cabin, to call my parents. If I can't find any of this I will wait until the sun rise and find someone that can help me.
I implement my plan, and start to run. But I don't go so far because even before leaving the fuel station, big arms grab me by the waist. I try to fight, as Tim, my couch, had taught me: I lock with the elbow and hit with the fist, while I lean well on the feet. But he grab my fist, as if he knew what my movements were going to be.
Then he grabs me by the waist and lifts me up into the air, throwing me over his shoulder and leads me to the car. I fight punching in the back and kicking but it is useless, he doesn't flinch. Then he sits me in the car seat, holding me down, buckles me in and puts the padlock back on. He goes over to his side of the car, opens the door, gets into the car, sits down and starts the car. We left the fuel station.
- Well, who are you and why have you kidn*pped me? - I asked. I don't want to show fear. I want to show myself as someone safe even if I was kidnapped
He doesn't answer me, so I say:
- Hey! I'm talking to you! I asked you a question, can you at least answer me?
- No, I can't - he says in response
- Oh! You know how to talk! - He chuckled
- What's your name? - I ask him
- You don't seem worried or afraid about being kidn*pped - he only say
- That's because I'm not worried or afraid
- Aham. Why?
- Because now there are lots of people that are looking for me.
- They aren't going to find you
- Why are you so sure?
- Just because I know
And he doesn't says anything more. He keep in silence.
- You don't tell me your name
- Alek, I'm Alek
- Alek? Is it a diminutive or something?
- My original name is Alekandr
- Mmm, russian name?
- Yep
- Are you Russian?
- You're always so curious when you're kidn*pped?
- Well, normally not but I'm making an exception - he chuckled
- I'm Alison, by the way, but I suppose you already know that
- Yes. I'd say nice to meet you but… - I smile. He's funny. However, I have to keep focused, I need to find the way to return home, although a small part inside of me wants to stay with this mysterious boy and see what happens. I said a small part!
We don't talk anymore. He keeps driving and I fall asleep, thinking: what is going to happen to me?
- Writer
