I stopped in front of my house. Goddamn it all to hell. Deep breath. In...out. I patted my sweater pocket to make sure the gun was still there...it was. I listened for a short while, but didn't hear anything. I took yet another deep breath and opened the door, my hand on the trigger of the weapon in my pocket. Nobody was in the living room. The lamp was still on... I heard a thump, and I whirled around. It came from the kitchen. I walked cautiously in that direction, straining all senses, praying that I could get my friends out alive. I heard another thump. I walk in the kitchen, and look around, thoroughly searching for anything out of the ordinary.

Then, I noticed that the fridge was pulled up alittle less than a foot. I walked beside it and saw...Annalisia. She was stuck. Her mouth, hands and legs were taped up, and she was bruised. Not to mention her lip was bleeding.

"Oh God Annalisia." I whispered. I could tell she heard me, because she was straining to turn around. I pulled the refrigerator out some more and pulled her out. I slowly removed the tape so it didn't hurt, and then hugged her. "Thank God you're ok." I whispered.

"I'm scared Gwen." she said in a shaky voice, barely audible.

"Listen, it's ok. Everything is gonna be fine if you listen to me." she nodded. "I need you to go to the police station and get help. I know it's pretty far away, but you gotta get there as fast as possible. Do you know where Duncan and my father are?" she shook her head.

"When I woke up, me and Duncan were tied up on the floor of your living room. He dragged me to the kitchen, I tried to kick him, but then her punched me and tied up my feet. He stuffed me behind the fridge and left. I think he went upstairs because I didn't hear the door open or close before you came. Whats gonna happen Gwen?" Honestly, I didn't know, but I didn't want to worry her further.

"I'm gonna end this." Suddenly, a heavy thump was heard above us. Annalisia was shaking. "Go Annalisia, everything'll be fine. I swear." She nodded and silently slipped out the front door.

I ran out the house, limping slightly, straining my legs. Everything that happened replayed in my mind.

Early that morning...

I opened my eyes. My chin was being scratched by a scruffy carpet. Wait...carpet? I tried to sit up, but my hands were tied together with rope. I looked to the other side. Duncan, also tied up, was fast asleep.

"D-Duncan? Wake up...p-please..." He didn't move. I rolled over and nudged him with my elbow. He furrowed his brow then opened his eyes. He also failed in trying to get up.

"What the...? Annalisia? Where the hell are we?" I looked in front of me, but saw only wall. I turned on my back and sat up. I felt my blood run cold. Duncan sat up as well, and tensed up.

"How'd we get back here?" I asked, whispering.

"How do you think?" A cold voice snapped. We turned our heads to see Gwen's father.

"Where's Gwen?" Duncan demanded. Johnathan chuckled.

"Actually, I just got off the phone with should be on her way."

"Tell me, when exactly did you lose your goddamn mind?"

"When Gwen was born. But no more questions. C'mon girl, we're gonna play a little hide-n-seek." He began walking toward me. Me and Duncan tried to shuffle away, but that only made him laugh. He grabbed my leg and began pulling me towards the kitchen. I screamed and kicked him with my free leg. He punched me in my leg, then my face, busting open my lip.

"Annalisia!" Duncan shouted as Johnathan taped up my legs and mouth. 'God...help us...' I prayed as I was stuffed and squished behind the refrigerator.

Right now...

I ran as fast as I possibly could with a limp towards the police station.

I have no idea what Gwen's plan is, and I have no idea what happened to Duncan. But I know one thing...

I have to help.