PROLOGUE

It was around nine o'clock when it happened. I was just at a club with my mates, Caroline and Wendi. The dance floor was crowded, after a while me and Caroline called it quits on the dancing part of it all and left Wendi to it as she danced with some drink bloke that had randomly made his way over to us. Me and Caroline walked over to the bar and asked for two wines. As I stood at the bar waiting for our drinks to be given to us, Caroline began ranting on about Jeremy and how he had recently had the cheek to dump her. Yes, my brother was dating my best friend which didn't leave me in the easiest position. I mean, I wanted to be there for Caroline and support her but I also wanted to be by my brother and let him know how much I thought of him. They both played huge parts in my life and I begged to differ for neither one of them to leave. Caroline sighed in frustration, "I just can't believe he could be such a dick! I trusted him!" He leaned my arm against the bar and shrugged, "That's men for ya." Caroline rolled her eyes at my typical answer, "Well, it's not like you'd know anything about that! You've never had a boyfriend in your entire life!"

"I don't want one thank you very much!" I shot back, sending Caroline into bursts of laughter. "Yeah, right!" As we continued to chat on about the odds of her and my brother, Jeremy I could feel someone watching us, like we was being spied on. I could really work out why I was feeling like it, as if I suddenly felt extremely insecure. I tried to ignore the feeling as best as I could but my instinct was yelling and yelling at me, telling me to watch my back. Once we were given our drinks, I plucked up the courage to slowly look over my shoulder, checking my surroundings. As I looked, a man sitting just a few feet away from me at the bar, sat alone drinking a beer. As I stared over at him, he looked up from his beer, his eyes meeting mine. I pursed my lips and immediately looked away, focusing all my attentions back onto Caroline, my insides suddenly shaking.

About two hours past of more partying on the dance floor, we eventually began to get our things and make our way out of the night club, turning to go home. When we was only a few feet away from the exit door, Caroline told me to wait outside for her as she needed to quickly nip to the loo, Wendi was already in the being sick after glasses and glasses of different drinks of alcohol she had be sculling down all night. I walked out and stepped outside where I planned to wait for Caroline. I stood there, my back leaning against the cold, brick wall outside of the building. I sighed and focused my eyes on the ground, thinking about how I couldn't wait to get home and into the warm. I had figured I'd be in bed all day the next day with a hangover. As all my thoughts ran through my mind, questions popping up now and then, I suddenly felt two big, cold hands grab me by my forearms and pull me into darkness and away from the building. I let out a screech as I lost sight of my surroundings and a hand clasped over my mouth, muffling my screech and future screams for help. I then felt my back hit a pale, cold wall, lips at my ear, cold breath hitting my neck. "Stay quiet and still."

"Please-"

"Sshh." A voice hushed my panicked words as I felt a cool finger run down from my jaw to my neck.

My breathing grew heavy and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to shut everything out, just wishing this was all a dream. Once a few seconds ran by, I felt the two cold hands that had grip of my upper arms then pull me through a crowed of bushes and dragged me around a building corner. One hand left my left upper arm and reached up, covering my mouth again, my breathing was blocked by a suffocating piece of fabric, a cloth of some sort. I tried to breath but I couldn't. The hand pressed the cloth with more pressure against my mouth, blocking my breathing all at once and I could feel my head falling away from my body, my eyes rolling back in dizziness, my blood flushing to the lower part of my body, causing my legs to grow numb until I could no longer stand. That's when it stopped, that's when I felt the last of it.

Please, please...someone...anyone...someone...anyone...

Someone...anyone...please, please...I'm begging you...

Help me, help me, please!...Someone...someone help me!

Stop this, please...stop this now!

Stop it, stop it! Get your hands off me...

My muscles are aching...please, stop it!

I'm trying to speak, I'm trying to portray words but my body is just numb in the arms of a strong muscled figure...

Big, strong arms carrying me...carrying me...away...away...from everything.

Please...please...let me go...let me run...

Someone, anyone...help me...help me...

Prologue