iCarly 2

When we stop somewhere I open my eyes to see Stewart next to me, sleeping. He was breathing and his friend is sitting in the front holding out some cash. I smelt food and I got onto my feet to get up to see where we were but Stewart dragged me back down. He said, "Sleep."

I got back down onto the ground and rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes. When they open up we're in a building in a town far from where we were last night. Stewart gives me some tuna to eat and I try to eat it but I throw it back up. "Is she okay?" asked his friend.

"I don't think she is. We can't go to a doctor since we kidnapped her," he told his friend.

"I think we should take her back home," his friend begins.

"Ollie! We can't. Howie will hurt us," he tells the nerd. So his name is Ollie.

"Harmoo is going to hate us for bringing this terror upon ourselves," Ollie complains. At least he doesn't have millions of fans in the world.

"Hang on!" I shout.

"Yes?" they ask.

"Let me call Howie and tell him I'm staying with a friend."

"On what terms?" asks Stewart.

"I'll let you on iCarly when we get back and I'll sing you a song," I tell him. They shrug and hand me the phone.

I call Howie and tell him I fine and I'll be home in several weeks and that I miss him so much. Harmoo purs right next to me after I hang up and cry. Tears keep pouring, so Ollie gives me a tissue. "Here you go....?"

"Its Ember."

"Ember. Ember?!?"

"Yeah thats my real name," I reveal to them. Stewart is shock so he sits down not even looking at me.

"Thats double the trouble," he says to himself. I look at him in a new way. Eyes open all the way.

"You're very scared, aren't you?" I ask getting up to sit by him. He looks at me and frowns.

"Yeah," he replies.

I touch his face and he tells me to get some rest. I listen. When I open my eyes him and his friend are gone. I go to the bathroom and I found a note that read that he'll be back from the mall and store in two or three hours from now. He left not so long ago. I grab out a knife and I cut myself since I don't want to be here. The pain erupts and I throw the knife away from me and cover up the cut. Not a good way to try and get out of this mess. I press against the wound until it stops bleeding, but it still hurts.

I relax near the couch in the place and watch some T.V. about the History of Black people of the world. Its a very interesting show and I get glued to it. Stewart walks through the door and places bags on the table. He sees the bloody knife and looks at me and he rushs at me and shoves me against the wall to see my arm which has the stupid nasty hateful cut on it. He can't admit he likes/loves the pain that it could bring me. His face is disgusted now.

"What did you do?" he asks. His voice makes me want to fight him. I'm so hating him for taking me now.

"None of your business!" I shout. He slaps me.

"Answer!"

"I tried to kill myself," I reply.

He throws me onto the bed and kisses me hardly. He removes my clothes and kisses me down my chest and he holds the knife against my skin. I try to shove him off but he says, "Don't do anything or I'll cut you up." He forces himself into me and it hurts. I feel blood going down my legs and I can tell bruises will form. An hour later he stops. He demands I get dressed, so I do. I cry in the bathroom and wash my hair because I feel nasty.

Note: I'm stopping it there and yes Stewart has gone offically crazy about kidnapping her.