Captured © Live Life -x
Disclaimer: I do not own HSM, Disney, or it's charactors by any means. I DO own the plot!
Hey Guys! I've been thinking about this story for awhile, even though I haven't worked on my other stories, I wanted to try this one. On this particular story, I wanted to get out of my comfort-zone and get a little out of charactor, you know? I am not a professional writer, you guys have to know that. People expect me to post right away again, you all have to remember I'm only fourteen, and still go to school eight hours a day, five days a week, and work weekends. I write because it is fun and lets me escape the outside world. I know I've been posting, and deleting stories, but I just need you to bare with me, my mind is always running! I need you guys to have patience with me. But remember this, Summer is soon to come, which means no school, homework, or anything else will distract me! and hopefully things will turn out as planned! For the people who've helped me, and supported me through this, Thank You lots! I hope you enjoy this story, because I hope it turns out the way I've been imagining it for awhile. So, Please review, thats what gets the chapters up, plus I love to read them 33(:
Again, Thank you! xoxox -Kylee
P.S- You all have to bare with me, I have a new laptop and still have not installed the Word stuff, so if I have spelling mistakes please excuse them._
The dark seeped all around me, I couldn't even see my hands infront of my face. I could hear nothing, not one thing. Their voices were rough, but one. His voice was soft, and he sounded as if he didn't want to do the things they made him do to me. My wrists burned from trying to pull free from the rope. My arms and legs were tied so tight I thought i would lose all four. Nothing scared me. I was brave. I had to be. My father, Sargent Rick Montez, had been away for meerly three months and now I couldn't even wait for him, at home, to get back. I was trapped. The duct tape that covered my mouth began to make my lips burn. My breathing was coming in quick little puffs, and nothing mattered but trying to stay alive. As I lay on the cold, hard concrete floor, thoughts erupt in my mind.
Will I ever be able to go home?
Am I going to die?
Why am I being held hostage?
Hot tears made themselves known on my cheeks, they burned in my eyes. I closed my eyes tight. Hoping, wishing, anything that was possible, that I'd make it out alright.
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