It was an ordinary night; dinner, laundry, and some light reading before bed. My father was in his recliner, watching ESPN, and I was in my room heading towards another dreamless sleep. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep, but it felt like I was only out for minutes when I was startled awake. I reached over for my cell phone on my bedside table and saw that it was one in the morning. Groaning to myself, I slid the covers closer to my neck and turned over. I was just about to fall asleep again when I felt a pair of hands wrap around me and pull me off the bed. One hand was placed firmly over my mouth, while the other around my waist.
I tried kicking my feet, but they were dangling off the ground. I tried opening my mouth wide, in hopes that I could bite down on the hand, but he was just too strong. It was then that I noticed that I was starting to become tired again. My limbs weakened, and everything around me dimmed. With tears streaming down my cheeks, I had no other choice but to let the darkness overtake me.
I could hear yelling all around me. I was sitting upright; my hands and feet were bound tightly. The voices were starting to become more and more clearer as the effects of the drug he used on me started wearing off. I could hear my father's voice and tried my hardest to blink the sleep out of my eyes, but it was hopeless. He had blindfolded me.
"Listen, Charles, you know I don't want to be here anymore than you want me here. So please, let's cut the bullshit and just tell me where he is."
I held my breath as I heard the angry voice echo throughout the house. I heard a loud smacking sound and then my father yelling out in pain. I bit down on my lips to hold back my tears.
"I told you I don't know," my father yelled. "He was taken into protective custody this morning by the FBI."
I heard something crash against the floor and let out a soft whimper when I felt the pieces hit against my leg.
"You're lying," the man growled, and that is when I heard the sound of a gun click. "You people always lie."
"Son, you don't want to do this," my father stuttered with a shaky voice.
"You…" the man seethed. "You and that partner of yours killed my father." I heard some shuffling and then my father cried out in pain. "You may not have pulled the trigger but you were there and did nothing!"
Please. Please. I kept praying to myself. God, help him.
"Maybe I should just take you. Huh?" The man chuckled darkly. "An eye for an eye? A life for a life?"
"Please," I cried out. "Don't hurt my dad. I'll do anything just please stop."
I heard the sound of footsteps coming towards me, and then my blindfold was ripped from my face. I blinked a few times before meeting the eyes of my kidnapper. He was tall, and fierce looking. His eyes were an angry dark green and his hair almost looked like it was on fire. He was handsome. It practically took my breath away, but he was nothing more than a beast.
I looked around him and saw my father hogtied on the floor. His cheek was badly bruised and his lip was bleeding. I tried to look strong for my dad, to prove to him that I was brave, but my traitorous tears wouldn't hear of it.
"Who are you?" he asked, kneeling down to be eye level with me.
I cleared my throat and took a slow breath. "Isabella Swan."
His eyes wandered down my body and then back to meet mine. "Isabella Swan," he smirked. "My, my, look how you've grown." I shuttered when I saw him lick his lips. "You don't remember me do you?"
I shook my head no. I'm sure if I wasn't absolutely terrified for my life I might have been able to try and wrack my memory for who this guy was, but for the time being I was just going to have to take his word for it that we had previously met.
"Tell me, Isabella. Did you mean what you said?" he whispered, leaning a little closer to me. "Would you do anything?"
I looked at him firmly in the eyes and nodded yes.
"Bella," my father shouted. "You stay out of this."
"You swear it?" The man asked, ignoring my father's outburst.
"Yes." I answered.
The man looked deep in thought as he went silent for a second before moving even closer to me.
"Would you… take his place?"
I gasped and felt fresh tears start to fall. I loved my father. I knew I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't try to save him somehow. Call me selfish, but I knew he could probably handle my death better than I could handle his.
Looking into my captor's eyes, I nodded and whispered yes.
He nodded. "Deal."
He moved around my house in lightning speed: locking up my father in the basement, running up the stairs and coming back down with a bag, and then lastly cutting me free.
"You scream and I'll kill him, understand?" he growled.
I nodded and allowed him to pull me out of the house and towards a long black limo that was waiting outside my house. He opened the door, ushered me inside, and then closed the door behind him.
"Drive!" he yelled, and then we were off.
We headed up north in silence for awhile before I finally spoke.
"Are you going to kill me?"
"No," he answered, keeping his eyes forward.
"Then where are you taking me?"
He looked at me and smirked. "Does it matter? You're mine now."