April Rain

Chapter Three

Stolen

Peyton Sawyer sat with her chin in the palm of her left hand, as she sketched out another drawing in her sketch book with her black pen.

The phone rang. "Hello?"

"Hey," Luke's voice was on the other end.

"What's up?" she asked him as she continued to sketch.

"I don't know, I just wanted to know if you wanted to hang out or something... "

"Umm... sure. Where'd ya wanna go?" she asked as she pushed her curly blond hair behind her ear.

"Maybe we could just go out for coffee or something?" he replied.

"Sure... I'll come there, okay?" she said.

"Sure,"

"K, Bye."

"Bye."

Peyton put her sketching things away and went to her front hall closet to throw on her black leather jacket and some shoes. She walked out her front door heading for Lucas' house. So quietly, a car crept up behind her, she couldn't hear it. For some reason, with instinct, she turned around to see a man in dark black clothing with a knife as he quickly wrapped his arm around her neck.

"Say one thing little girl, and this'll hurt..." he threatened. Trying to stay calm, she obeyed and went with him into the car. Slowly, she could feel fear rushing to her head as she sat down on the leather seat of the inside of the car as the guy kept his hand securly around her.

"You got her?" a man asked from the front of the car, of which who was driving.

"Yeah, I got her..." he said as he looked down at her and kissed her cheek, disgustingly.

"Why do they want me?!" she said millions of times through her mind as the car went on driving. "Why me?!"

As the car hulled to a stop, the man from the front of the car got out, and walked around to open the side door. The man who had his arm around her neck pulled her out as he kept his knife in close quarters. She was terrified, now feeling like she wanted Lucas now more than ever.

She needed to say something, she couldn't help it. "Where are you taking me?" she cried.

"HEY! I said NO talking! You understand me!?" the man screamed.

Peyton nodded in utter response, trying not to think about what they were going to do to her.

Meanwhile, Lucas was just sitting on his bed, longing for that knock on the door to know that Peyton had arrived. He waited for a half hour before he came to the decision to call her house. The ringing went on as he came to the answering machine. He hung up in time. He stood up, grabbed his jacket and headed out the door for Peyton's house. Little did he know, there was another car, following so quietly behind him as well.

Before he knew it, he was on his way somewhere with an arm around his kneck and knife held to it.

"Where the hell are you taking me?!" he screamed, he didn't care they told him not to talk.

"NO TALKING!" the man screamed as he pulled the knife in closer to Lucas' neck.

"Why do you want me? Do you have something to do with where Peyton is?!" he cried. His screaming seemed to overcome his fear of what was happening.

"Just SHUT UP!" the man screamed at him, and Lucas finally gave up, until his car as well, hulled to a stop.

Where were they taking him? Where was Peyton? What were they going to do? He just didn't know...

Hey guys! Did I leave you hanging??? Well, i hope so! I might have another chap up soon!! I know this one was short, but I thought of this when I didn't feel like writing so you'll just have to wait! Hope you like this one!

BrOoKe