The Kidnapping
I was washing the dishes, and looking out the window right above the sink, and saw a carriage coming up the to the house. I looked closely and thought that it was my father's. So I ran out to greet him, but when the carriage stopped, I realized that it wasn't my father's.
I whipped around and ran as fast as I could, trying to get back to the house, to tell the servants to lock the doors.
I got about half way there, when I could hear some one running behind me. Then I was about fifteen feet from my house, and the person running behind me lunged out at me, grabbing me up off the ground.
"Noooo!" I shrieked, "Let go! Put me down! Let go of me! Get your hands off of me!"
"Shut up." The man yelled at me, as he threw me in the carriage, hitting my head on the far door, knocking me out.
He lifted me onto the seat, and shouted to the driver, "Let's get out of here before anyone notices she gone."
"Where to sir?" Asked the driver.
"Head home." The man answered.
The carriage started to move and the man went right to work, bonding my wrists together and putting a rag in my mouth. Then he just sat back and watched me lay there.
Ten minutes later I started to move and he whipped out his revolver. My head really hurt. And I couldn't think straight, but I knew I had to sit up.
I tried, fell, tried again, and I stayed up. I let my eyes adjust to the light and that's when I saw the revolver. I tried to say that I wouldn't try to fight, but there was something in my mouth, and I couldn't. So I was going to take it out, when I noticed that my wrists were bond.
"I might take those off if you promise to behave." Said the man, as he pointed his revolver at my head, and I just about started to cry. "Do you think that you could obey a British general?"
I nodded.
He leaned over and took the rag out of my mouth. "That better?"
I said nothing.
"Now, I thought you said you could obey me." The man said.
"Being able to do something and doing it are two different things." I snapped at him.
"You best watch your tongue, Maggie." The general said.
"How did you know my name?" I asked.
"I have my ways, now, hold your tongue." Said the general.
"Fine." I said, looking away, out the window, then gasping.
"What is it? Do you see something?" Asked the general.
I shook my head.
"Then what is it?" The general asked.
"Uh…nothing. It's nothing, sir." I answered.
"Come on now…tell me what you saw, or what's wrong." Order the general.
"It's nothing, I swear. I was just thinking."
"About what?"
"About the potatoes." I said, blondish.
"What about the potatoes?"
"I left them in the oven, they'll probable burn."
"You dumb bitch, who cares? You should be more worried about your life that some stupid potatoes burning."