Kidnapped
By Jarethluva4lyf
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me (Only if Jareth would like me to own him, I would be willing . . . )!
Distribution: If you want it, ASK!!!
"Sarah!" Sarah Williams's father called, "Sarah, where are you?"
No answer. He ran up to her room. Robert pulled open the door. Sarah was not there. He found a note,
'Dad,
Went to Laura's house. Be back around five.
Love,
Sarah'
Robert looked at the clock. It was six. Sarah wasn't usually late. He called Laura. She said that Sarah had left around four-thirty to get home. Robert hung up.
"SARAH!"
* * *
It was almost five o'clock. Sarah was walking home from her friend, Laura's, house. A white van pulled up beside her. The window lowered.
"Excuse me, miss?" A man around 20 said.
"Yes?"
"Could you tell me where Dosabin road is?"
"Sure. You go up to the next street. Then you take a left and then a right on Colmet street."
The guy got out of the van to see where she had pointed. Sarah got a glimps of a white, wet paper in his hand right before he put it over her mouth and nose. Sarah tried to scream and passed out.
* * *
Robert and Karen called the police. There were some at their house and a couple at Laura's house. They asked a lot of questions. Karen was crying. Toby was wailing. Robert was red as a beet and ready to rip someone's throat out if they asked another stupid question. Finally, they left. Karen put Toby to bed, but her and Robert were too keyed up to sleep. They stayed up, in each others arms, until they fell asleep.
* * *
Sarah woke up with a really bad headache. She groaned.
"What happened?" she muttered.
"Hello, my dear." a voice said.
"Who are you?" she asked, reeling back in fear.
"You are in my house."
"Where?"
"Me to know, you not to find out." he replied cryptically.
"Why am I here?"
"Because you were helpless."
By Jarethluva4lyf
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me (Only if Jareth would like me to own him, I would be willing . . . )!
Distribution: If you want it, ASK!!!
"Sarah!" Sarah Williams's father called, "Sarah, where are you?"
No answer. He ran up to her room. Robert pulled open the door. Sarah was not there. He found a note,
'Dad,
Went to Laura's house. Be back around five.
Love,
Sarah'
Robert looked at the clock. It was six. Sarah wasn't usually late. He called Laura. She said that Sarah had left around four-thirty to get home. Robert hung up.
"SARAH!"
* * *
It was almost five o'clock. Sarah was walking home from her friend, Laura's, house. A white van pulled up beside her. The window lowered.
"Excuse me, miss?" A man around 20 said.
"Yes?"
"Could you tell me where Dosabin road is?"
"Sure. You go up to the next street. Then you take a left and then a right on Colmet street."
The guy got out of the van to see where she had pointed. Sarah got a glimps of a white, wet paper in his hand right before he put it over her mouth and nose. Sarah tried to scream and passed out.
* * *
Robert and Karen called the police. There were some at their house and a couple at Laura's house. They asked a lot of questions. Karen was crying. Toby was wailing. Robert was red as a beet and ready to rip someone's throat out if they asked another stupid question. Finally, they left. Karen put Toby to bed, but her and Robert were too keyed up to sleep. They stayed up, in each others arms, until they fell asleep.
* * *
Sarah woke up with a really bad headache. She groaned.
"What happened?" she muttered.
"Hello, my dear." a voice said.
"Who are you?" she asked, reeling back in fear.
"You are in my house."
"Where?"
"Me to know, you not to find out." he replied cryptically.
"Why am I here?"
"Because you were helpless."
