A/N: Okay, sorry this chapter is a short one. Please review and tell me what you think anyways. Oh, and I am looking for a beta-reader, if anyone is interested. I do not own a thing, except my little added voice, Carris.

Once when I was seven, I had been getting my training wheels taken off of my bike; and I was afraid to try and ride it. I remember that my father had crouched down beside me, put his hand on my shoulder, and told me the best advice I had ever heard.

"You can't live in fear. Embrace the unknown, take a chance and go. Just have a little faith,"I hadn't actually known what that meant at the time, but it encouraged me. Now, well now I understood perfectly.

Because right now; I was fearful;and I honestly thought I was gonna die. I had been here, maybe three days. Those three days were filled to the brim with fear and homesickness. I tell you, being kidnapped is no picnic. They didn't feed me regularly, they gave me little water, they watched me when I had to use the restroom, and they locked me away any other time. I had wished that this all was a dream, a hellish nightmare, and I would wake up to my normal life as the presidents daughter, and see my fathers smiling face. I held onto that, hoping, that soon, this nightmare would end, and I'd get my knight in shining armor and happy ending.

I had been walking home from the University I attended when a large scary man with blonde hair and a big scar on his face had grabbed me and before I could scream for help, had knocked me out cold. "Just have a little faith," dad had said. That's what I needed now. Just a little faith. Faith that my father would find me, and send someone to come get me; faith that it would be over soon; faith that I would stay alive. I had to stay strong and get through this. As I hunker down on the dirty floor of a large room in a house I had been dropped off at, I think about my best friend, and what she would be doing. Would she be worried about me?

My best friend, Cameron, was my closest friend. She didn't care whose daughter I was, or how most of everyone had only been my friend for sake of saying that they knew the president's daughter. She was real. I thought about her long brown hair, and brown eyes, how they would have teared up when the news spread that I was missing. I thought of the lecture I was gonna get from her when I got back, and they the tears and hugs I'd get when I returned home. If I returned home.

"Oh, stop it, Ashley. You'll get home. I know you will," I whispered to myself. I had no one else to talk to, so I talked to myself to keep me sane. It also drove me crazy at times because I would have a Gollum and Smeagal moment sometimes. You know, the thing from Lord Of The Rings that kept calling the ring 'my precious'? I had named my other voice in my head Carris.

"You don't know that, we could be stuck here forever," Carris sneered.

"No, no we won't be here forever. We just have to wait. Daddy has sent someone to save us, I just know it."

"That's what you's think, deary."

"Hey, aren't you supposed to be keeping me positive? You know, so we do survive?"

"Who appointed me that job?"

I sighed and shook my head. "So not helping," I said. I lie my head down on my knee's, which were up and my arms were wrapped around them. I let out a dry sob. I missed home so much. I didn't know what these people wanted, but they certainly had a problem. I looked up as the door opened, and stood up, looking around for something to defend myself with. A giant of a man stepped in, he was bald, with facial hair, one brown eye, one red eye, and he wore a grey trench coat that was floor length and covered from his shoulders down completely.

"It seems your all loving father sent an American agent after all. I was starting to doubt," he growled out as he tried to grab me. I yelped and took two steps back. He growled again, but this time when he reached for me, I had no where to run to. He grabbed a hold of me roughly and lifted me up and over his shoulder. I screamed and started hitting his head and back. It had little to no effect on him as he just kept walking.

"Put me down, you, you, you...piece if crap!" I screamed in his ear. He grunted and through me to the ground. I winced as I landed hard on the ground.

"Liston here, you insolent little brat. I will take no nonsense from you. Shut up, or I'll give you pain," he picked me back up by the collar of my white top and through me over his shoulder again. I growled and adjusted my white top so that it was covering me better. I was wearing a white top that had the straps around my shoulders and a white choker, the shirt stopped right below my breasts, there was also a bow and I wore tight white leather pants with a red belt and black boots.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked dubiously. He grunted but didn't answer. I sighed and rolled my eyes. Then Carris started up again. I argued with her quietly.

"So, he decided to lie to you and get your hopes up for a rescue. No one is coming," she hissed.

"No, you're wrong. Someone is coming to get us. You'll see."

"I doubt it. You also know very well that he could have been lying. He lied to us."

"No, he didn't."

"He lied to us."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes he did Ashley."

"No! Someone's coming! They have to!" Deep down inside, I knew that Carris was partially right. There was a very high chance that this big scary man had lied to us.