Chapter 13

That was just a horrible dream... nothing that night happened. I told Liam a little bit about Tom and went straight to bed.

I woke up and tried stretching and getting ready for the day, but I felt my hands not moving, and my legs wouldn't let me stand up.

And why is my mouth feeling funny?

I looked down and saw my legs and hands tied...again. And the funny feeling on my mouth was none other than duct tape. Why do they have to keep doing that? Haven't they heard of a simple knockout?

I started moving my arms and legs, trying to get myself free. I stopped and started screaming as loud as I could, the duct tape muffling the sound. After what felt like hours, I finally stopped and waited for someone to see that I was missing.

I have no idea what time it even is. There wasn't a clock in here, the door was closed shut.

I started hearing screaming through the house, and it sounded like it echoed throughout the whole house. Like we were in a cave.

Suddenly, the doorknob in my room violently