Hey! This is a new story I'm starting. Well, it's not exactly new for me. I've been working on it for probably a month now, but I couldn't get it quite right. I decided to post it now because there are a lot of recent kidnapping stories, such as To Lie And Burn, by The Iron Sister, and Kissing Fire, by nicoleherondale, (which are both amazing stories, and you should check them out if you haven't) and I don't want anyone to accuse me of stealing their ideas, because I didn't.
I haven't got anywhere far into pre-writing this story, because I've been stuck on this first chapter, so I don't really know where the story will go, but I will try to make it very unique.
Also, this is my first time writing dedicated Wessa, and I find Will's personality a bit harder to capture than Jem's, so it may slow me down a bit. So if you guys have any advice, just let me know.
Meet Will Herondale
Tessa's P.O.V.
His palm connects with my cheek, creating a loud crack that echoes throughout the room.
I wince in pain, and force myself to keep my hands at my side, so I won't instinctively cradle my cheek, which I know he wants he to do. The stinging spreads across my face, and I struggle to cover up any sign of discomfort.
"I see the pain in your eyes," he hisses, then lunges foreward, pushing me backwards. My back hits the wall, and he smashes my shoulders against the hard surface, holding me upright, "Don't try to hide it. I know you feel it."
I gasp and stare up at him. The room is dark, but the light from the hallway casts an eerie glow into the room, illuminating some areas and keeping others pitch black. I can see the boy in the dim light, though most of his features are unclear. The only defined feature of his are his eyes, which are a dark crystal blue, ringed with long black eyelashes.
Still holding onto my shoulders, he roughly shakes me back and forth.
"Say it hurts," he growls, "Say it hurts, or I will kill you."
"It hurts," I groan, and he lets go of me. I tumble to the ground in a heap, and he storms out of the room, slamming the door behing him. I hear a lock turn in the door, and I realize I am alone.
How did I get here? Well, let me start at the beginning.
I don't live in a great city. In fact, it's one of those cities that no one wants to go to. Filled with homeless people and criminals, it doesn't make for a popular tourist destination. My family isn't rich, nowhere near it. We barely manage to get by, but believe it or not, we are among the luckier of folks.
In this city, you can't trust anyone. Your own father, brother, or cousin could be a murderer or a rapist. Many girls go missing every year, even every month, without a trace. The only sign of them is a ransom note placed in their family's mailbox, requesting a ridiculous sum of cash, or else the girl is killed. Many families can't afford the money, and their daughter is never heard from again.
Anyone is a suspect; anyone is a target. Your kidnappers could be people you know from school, people you see in the grocery store, people you've known for years, as could the missing girls. In fact, many of the girls who are missing, I knew from school. I am now one of those girls.
I guess it is kind of my fault that I was captured. I had been at my best friend's, Jem Carstairs, house, studying with him for the bio final tomorrow. Jem is the only person I trust, because he has saved me from attackers many times during my life.
Anyway, it was late, almost ten, and I decided to walk home. Alone. Big mistake. Even bigger mistake that I took a shortcut through a neighborhood between mine and Jem's. This whole city might be bad, but this one neighborhood is the heart of it all. Infested with gangs, you might have a one in five chance of making it out unhurt.
I had been trying to keep a low profile, not to draw any attention to myself, when I heard a car pull up behind me. I kept my head down, and began to speed up, and I heard voices. Continuing to walk faster, there were footsteps behind me, getting quicker and louder by the second.
Suddenly, someone threw their arms around me, pulling my book bag to the ground. The person covered my mouth with a callused hand, and pushed the tip of something sharp, probably a knife, against my back.
"Don't scream," a voice, presumably male, snarled into my ear, "or else I will kill you."
The person snatched my wrists and bound them together with a thick rope, pulling me to the car that he had arrived in. I was thrust inside, and the door was pulled shut behind us.
Inside the car, he proceeded to gag me, tying the knot tight around my head. He signaled the driver to go, and he or she stepped on the gas, driving fast until we reached a rather large house.
From the outside, it looked like a perfectly normal house, but as I was led inside, I could tell it was not. Rows of doors lined the hallway, each with a person's name on it. Each name was a name that I recognized: Cecily Herondale, Sophie Collins, Charlotte Branwell, Tatiana Lightwood. They were fellow students, all from different grades, who had gone missing over the last few months.
My kidnapper stopped outside of an unmarked door, the last one in the corrider, and turned to me. He removed my gag, and unbound my hands. I wanted to flee, but I knew it would end badly if I did, so I stayed put.
He pushed past me and opened the door. Dragging me inside, he pulled his hood off, and I looked up to see his face.
You know how I said that your kidnapper might be a person you know? Yeah, I knew mine.
Will Herondale.
Actually, everyone knows who Will Herondale is. He's in the same grade as me, a senior at the high school I go to. High school I went to, I mean. I doubt I'll be back anytime soon, if at all.
Will is that bad boy who gains popularity because no one wants to be on his bad side. He's quite mysterious, actually, and no one knows much about him. Rumors fly that he was disowned by his family, and now is on hard core drugs, as well as an alcoholic.
Why, why me?
My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a key turning in the lock of the door. I realize that I am still collapsed on the floor of the room, and I begin to stand, when his voice breaks through the silence.
"Why the hell are you still sitting on the floor?!" Will yells, closing the door behind him, "And why haven't you turned on the light yet?!"
He flicks on the light switch, and a ceiling lamp turns on.
Everything is bathed in light. I look around, examining my surroundings. There is a twin size bed in the corner, and a small desk, as well as a dresser on the other side of the room.
I turn my gaze towards the boy standing in front of me. He towers over me, looking down at me with anger and frustration in his eyes.
"Get up," he orders, and I scramble to my feet. He is holding two things. One is a plate of what I suppose is food, and the other is my bookbag.
He throws my bookbag onto the bed, and shoves the tray towards me.
"Eat this. It's all you're going to get," he spits, and leaves the room, saying, "I'll be back. Don't you dare go anywhere."
I put the tray down on the desk, and walk to get my bookbag. Everything is still in it, except for my phone, which I figured they would take. I rummage through the contents, until I find my hairbrush.
Untangling the knots in my hair relaxes my mind, for some reason, and I don't notice Will reenter the room, carrying a small stack of something.
"Good. You're making yourself look presentable," Will snarls, and throws the stack at me. He misses by a lot, and I have to bend over, picking the pieces, which I find are clothing, up from the floor. I feel his gaze on my cleavage, and it disgusts me.
"Why do you care if I am presentable?" I ask, fury in my voice, hands shaking as I place the pile of clothes onto my bed.
"I like nice things. I like to look at nice things. I like to touch nice things. I like to have nice things," he drawls, and rolls his eyes.
"If you want a person who looks nice, why did you kidnap me, some random girl you don't know, off the streets?!" I yell, and before I know what happens, my head smacks the floor, and I am lying on my back. There is pressure on my arms and legs and I look up to see that Will is kneeling over me, pinning my body to the ground. "You could have chosen anyone prettier than me!" I manage to get out, before his hand comes down over my mouth, muffling my voice.
"You don't know," he growls, leaning down to speak into my ear, "that I chose you."
I hope you liked the first chapter! I'm trying to balance four stories, so updates may come less than I want, plus I am going to put a lot of real thought into this story, because I want it to be really good. Also, I will make the next chapters a bit longer, but I felt like this was an appropriate place to end this chapter.
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~Hearts With Love~
