A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you all will enjoy my story. This chapter right here is merely a prologue. Even though her name is not mentioned in the prologue it is Mitchie.
Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock.
Enjoy!
Her head began to bleed immediately after she was smacked in the head by the back of the gun. She was tied to a chair and a man stood over her. She was seeing three of everything and she knew that somewhere, her family was looking for her.
She knew that her mother and father were terrified. They gave the ransom money and were expecting the man to give their daughter back. She knew better, though. She knew that the man was going to kill her, regardless of the fact that he was given the ransom money. After all, when a victim sees the kidnappers face, it means that the kidnappers aren't planning on letting the victims go.
She stopped herself from shaking with fright as the man laughed after the cry of pain that escaped her lips. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She knew that the man was eating off of the pain and misery she was in.
Sadist.
He asked her a question. She didn't answer, mainly because she didn't know what he asked. He smacked her face. Hard. Another cry of pain burst out of her lips. The man left her in her broken state, walking away with an evil smirk.
She had no idea how long time past from when the man left the room to when she began to try and untie herself. She fiddled with the rope that tied her wrists together. If she untied her wrists, then she would be able to untie the rope that was fastened across her body. She grimaced as the ropes rubbed across her wrists, no doubt giving her a severe rope burn, but if she escaped, it would be worth it.
She couldn't believe her luck when the rope slipped from her wrists and onto the floor. She began to then work with the other rope, which was much easier to untie. She stood up. Her legs felt stiff. After all, she hadn't moved them in a long while. She moved her hand to her head, realizing her head was still bleeding slightly.
She began to walk and immediately felt herself pale. She was going to pass out soon, she knew it. But she didn't have a choice. She had to get out of there. This was probably her only chance. As she got closer to the door, she realized that it was locked from the inside, meaning that she could unlock the door and just walk out of it.
That's exactly what she did. She was quiet as a mouse and she walked through the house of her kidnapper. When she heard a sound, she jumped high in the air, before realizing that it was a snore. She zipped around and then saw the man lying on the couch asleep, with an open beer bottle in his hand. She took a deep breath before continuing forward to the front door. This was it.
She etched closer to it and then she glanced down at the couch only a few feet away from her. She swallowed. She was terrified that he would wake up and then beat her senselessly for trying to escape. She took another step, afraid she would wake him and then she took another.
As she got closer to the door, she began to get more and more paranoid. Then, she reached the front door. She glanced behind her, before carefully unlocking the door. She opened it up, and the sun blinded her eyes. She stepped outside the house before closing the door behind her.
She had to hurry. She had to get out of this neighborhood before he woke up. She walked down the pathway of the house, before the door opened from behind her. Her eyes widened.
A/N: Well, there you go! I hope you all liked it. The chapters will be longer, as I said, this was just a prologue. It takes place about four months before Mitchie goes to Camp Rock. The next chapter will fast forward 4 months to when Mitchie is about to go to Camp Rock.
Please Alert, Favorite and REVIEW!
1. Did you enjoy this chapter?
REVIEW!