Hm… I really have no idea where I’m going with this story right now. All I know is that everything is going to be important. I guess the fact that I don’t know where it’s going is a plus as I’m reading it with y’all. Well, with all the characters I have, they’re all a part of me. Yes, I’m an obsessive one track minded person. . But y’all love me anyway. Sorry, this is another short one… of course, they’re all short so I don’t know why I’m saying that. Have fun reading!

Chapter Five: Realization

It had been a long, boring day. Isabelle wished that there was a TV in the room. Preferably with cable. Not so she could watch the news mind you. She doubted the police or anybody would know where she was when she herself did not. She also already knew that her daddy would be doing his utmost to find her. He loved her, and spoiled her, that much. He would look for her.

No, Isabelle wanted cable TV for a different reason. She was addicted to a soap opera and a good one at that. The hero and heroine of the story had finally gotten married, only to be ripped apart by a job the hero had to do. That job was to kill his own wife and loving her as much as he did; he had erased her records from the government files and sent her to Ethiopia where she would be safe from him and the people he worked for.

Isabelle groaned. The episode had ended there and there was a promise of a twisted past coming back to haunt the hero in this week's episode. And here she was, in a room with no windows, no radio and worse, no TV. Not even a book was provided for her restless mind. The 15-year-old girl was bored.

Then another thought entered her one track mind. Robert. The boy probably thought that she stood him up and as shy as he was, it would devastate him. She liked Robert. He was one of those guys that would sit and listen to her talk about herself and just smile. When she first met him she'd try and get him to talk about himself. But she realized that he truly did not know how to tell stories. She learned a little more about him every time they got together. Which wasn't often so she couldn't say she knew him a lot. She hoped he forgive her when he realized that she had been kidnapped.

Isabelle's eye went wide. It was the first time she really thought about it. Her daddy kept everything sheltered for her and she had a hard time grasping to reality when bad things happened. She had been kidnapped! She didn't have any idea what her captors would do to her either. Or what they wanted. Or who they were. She had no idea! This wasn't a game that her body guard liked to play. Every once and a while, he would throw drills at her parents and hide her without telling anybody, not even her what was going on. Isabelle blamed that fact the reason that it did not don on her what had happened. Of course, she also knew she wasn't really the sharpest tool in the shed.

Jumping off the rickety bed that she had been previously thrown on, the dark haired girl ran to the locked door and put her ear to it and listened for any sound on the other side. A small rustle of clothing could be heard as her guard shifted position on the creaky chair.

Isabelle turned back around and took a good look at her surroundings for the first time. All that had been provided to her was an old dusty mattress atop a metal bed frame.

Isabelle thought of all the movies she had seen and wondered if the heroes of those stories had any ideas for her. But nothing usable came to mind. The characters in those stories always seemed to have hairpins to pick a lock or keys down their throat or something like that.

Rubbing her bare arms, Isabelle sat slowly down on the sagging bed and stared at the pants her kidnappers had given her.

Kidnapped.

Isabelle sniffed and her eyes started to water. How was she going to get out of here?

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Hehe, word does not like my grammar. I see green squiggly lines throughout all of my stories. It makes me laugh sometimes. Reviews are highly appreciated.