"Vica!" sounded femine voice from downstairs. "Wake up or you'll be late!"

Blonde turned to her side. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and groaned as she yawned. She looked straight ahead to see her lime green alarm clock standing on her nightstand.

7:05

7:05?! Vica shot out of her bed, running straight to the bathroom. She has overslept. How could she..., oh god this was so 'unvicalike'. That has never happened to her before. Wait, but it was not her fault, the alarm, it hasn't rung. I will toss it out the window. She threatened in her thoughts as she spitted the toothpaste to the washbasin. She glared at her reflection in the mirror and sight. Another boring day at school. Perfect.

She opened her big wardrobe and took out her favourite grey skinny jeans and pink short sleeve top. Something was telling her that she should be wearing comfortable clothes today. She put on her clothes with unusual speed and let her long blonde locks falling freely on her shoulders. She took her shool bag and ran down the stairs.

"Bye mum!" yelled Vica heading right towards the front door.

"Sweetheart!" shouted Mrs Mccarthy to her teenage daughter from the kitchen," and what about breakfast!?"

"I have no time mum, I don't want to be late," Vica shouted back to her mum, putting her jacket on.

"But I've made eggplant pancakes," her mother protested.

Vica mimicked the act of vomiting, twisting her face in disgusted grimace. Really? She hated her mother's infamous eggplant pancakes. It had really unhealthy green colour with purplish edges and it smelled like sweaty clothes, not mentioning the horrendous taste. Vica shuddered with disgust at the thought.

"Sorry mum, I got to go!" she said taking her keys and slipped them into her pocket. "See you later!" she shouted, shutting the front door behind her.

She took a deep breath, sweet flowery scent filling her lungs. Spring was her favourite season. Warm sun rays were stroking her face, but the breeze that brushed her long hair off of her shoulder was fresh and it sent shivers down her spine. Those were the first days of March. Nature was slowly warming up, but cold wind and chilly nights reminded her that winter was not over and that snow could still come. She tighten her grip on the school bag placed on her back and walked along the driveway, away from her family's house. It was a big villa. She lived there for as long as she could remember with her parents. Her father Hugh, a tall man with short dark hair and big green eyes, was a very wealthy man, who owned a water company. However she rarely saw him these days, because of his work. He left early in the morning, came late in the evening and shut himself in his office. He was trying to expand his company into some African countries, which were in need of water, because there was a lack of water supplies and even that little water they had was polluted. Vica's mother Sarah, a pretty woman with shoulder length brown hair and piercing green eyes, was a financial manager in the SMBC, which was one of the biggest banks in London. Vica loved her mother more than anything. She was there for her daughter even when she had a lot's of hard and important work to do. Sometimes it seemed to Vica as if her mother was trying very desperately to substitute the both parents. Not just herself, as a mother, but Vica's all-the-time busy father as well.

At the end of the road she turned right, and continued along the line of family houses. Her ways to school were quite lonely; because her best friend Bethany lived on the other side of the city, she had noone to walk with her. Occasionaly her mother would drive her and wish her a beautiful day, but Vica prefered to walk, even the fact that she was alone was not bothering her anymore. She could clear her head or revise the currirulum for her classes; but when she was little, she used to be terrified of walking to school on her own, she used to think that someone would kidnapp her, throw her inside of a big black car and drive away without her seeing her parents ever again.

Suddenly a big black car stopped on the road near her and she couldn't help but realize that it looked exactly like the one from her childhood nightmares. A man got out of it and was walking right towards her.

It was a slim and tall man, with broad tapered shoulders and a narrow jaw. He had a spiky black hair and dark piercing eyes which were framed by thin brows. A dark stubble was matching his tan complexion.

"C-Can I help you?" Vica asked her voice shaking. He said nothing and continued in getting closer. She felt her heart missed a beat,... or maybe more when she noticed her worst dreams were coming true.

She took a few steps backwards, but the man was faster. He grabbed her with his strongs hands, one over her mouth and the second around her stomach. She was trying to scream, but it was useless, no sound came out of her shut mouth. She was kicking her legs to all directions in a hope that she would hit him, but he was too strong. Suddenly she felt a cloth being pressed to her face. With every breath more and more of a sharp smell entered her lungs pressing out the remaining oxygen. She felt her knees buckle and her vision was getting blurry, soon after, she fainted.

The man looked around to assure himself noone was watching and lifted her limp body with unexpected ease. He carried her to the trunk of his car, tied her hands and put a bag over her head. Then he closed her inside. He himself sat on a driver's seat and took out his cellphone from inside the pocket of his leather jacked. The man dialed the first number in his contact list and waited for an answer. It came immediately after the first ring.

"Done,"

he said and ended the call without another word.

Mrs Mccarthy was just cooking dinner - Sautéed chicken with olives, capers, lemon and spinach salad. It was one of Vica's favourite meals and Mrs Mccarthy wanted to surprise her daughter. She wanted her family to spend at least a short time together, while she didn't spend more than 5 minutes with her husband nor her daughter. All of them were very busy these days. She was sad about it. She glanced towards the window, it was getting dark and non of her family members was home, yet. It was nothing surprising considering her husband's amount of work, but it was not typical for Vica. She was usually home at 15:00. Mrs Mccarthy was getting scared. She realised that she can call her daughter's best friend. And with that thought she grabbed her phone and found the girl's phone number.

"Hello?" asked girlish voice after short time of ringing.

"Conney? It's me Mrs Mccarthy. Is my daughter with you?" she asked with hope in her shaky voice.

"N-No, why? She is not at home?"

"No," said Mrs Mccarthy now scared to death because her hopes didn't fulfill," I thought you two were somewhere together, because she is usually home at this hour."

"I'm really sorry Mrs Mccarthy, but Vica was not in school today... I thought she has flu or something," said Conney," she mentioned something about headache yesterday."

"Is she skipping classes Conney? If yes, you better tell me!" said Mrs Mccarthy rather angry.

"No, she has never..." started Conney, protecting her best friend." She would never skip single one. We usually meet on the way to school."

"I believe you Conney,... and sorry for interupting you." said Mrs Mccarthy quietly, all the horrendous scenarios playing in her head. What might have happened to her?

"Mrs Mccarthy, please call me when she arrives." Conney pleaded after a short pause.

"I will," said Mrs Mccarthy and ended the call.

Mrs Mccarthy was sitting in sofa crying. Suddenly door opened and her husband came in. He knew something must have happened when he saw his wife running towards him, tears running down her red face. She must have been crying for a while now.

"What happened?" he asked, looking at his wife worriedly.

"V-Vi-c-ca, she didn't come home yet." said Mrs Mccarthy grabbing her husbands suit tightly in her hands.

"It's Ok darling, I assume she just... stayed with her friends for a bit longer." Mr Mccarthy tried to calm his wife down.

"No-No, she didn't. I have called her friend already." sobbed Mrs Mccarthy loudly.

Mr Mccarthy stood in shock. His eyes widened, he was trying to come up with something. His wife laid her head on his chest and he was trying to calm her down, stroking her hair gently. They where standing there for a bit longer when he finaly find his voice.

"I'm sure she is alright, she went for a walk. You know she goes to forest when she needs to clear her head. And with headphones in her eares she have probably lost track of time." he was not sure about things he said, but it was the only way to stop Mrs Mccarthy from crying her eyes out.

Mrs Mccarthy tilted her head to look to her husband's emerald eyes as he managed for a weak smile.

Trrr-Trrr,Trrr-Trrr

Phone rang. Worried parents ran towards it. It was not Vica's phone number, but Mr Mccarthy picked it.

"Vica, is that you?"

"Not really," said cold masculine voice," but I know exactly where she is."

Mr Mccarthy gave his wife a frightened look. Finally, he gathered up his courage.

"What do you want?" Mr Mccarthy asked automatically, trying to hide the fear in his voice.

The man laughed," I like your enthusiasm. "Yes, ...sure there is something I want in exchange."

MrMccarthy took a deep breath before saying, "... What is it?"

rewritten chapter 1, hope you like it