It was raining hard that night. In my hurry to enter the house, I didn’t notice the black car parked across the road. I realized something was wrong when I took out my keys and lifted them to the lock. The door was already slightly ajar. Knowing how paranoid my mother always was about burglars sneaking into our house, I knew she would never leave the door open no matter how rushed she was.
I backed up a little to take out my phone to call my mother. No sooner had I pulled my phone out than I heard a sound from inside. At exactly the same moment, my phone buzzed and the screen went blank, letting me know that my phone had run out of battery. I silently cursed under my breath. Now I had no choice but to see what, or who, had made that noise.
I slowly entered my house and quietly picked up the baseball bat set next to the shoe rack. Even though it was around a quarter past six and quite dark outside, not a single light had been switched on. As I tiptoed towards the kitchen, I realized just how eerily silent my surroundings were. This was not normal at all since my brother was always home during this time of the day and was constantly chattering away. Suddenly, I heard a creak of the floorboards from upstairs.
With beads of perspiration rolling down my forehead and the sides of my head, I clutched onto the baseball bat for dear life. As I made my way up the stairs, there was nothing I could seem to do to stop my legs from shaking. When I reached the top of the stairs, I crept towards my room. I slowly opened the door and was relieved to see that it was empty. I quickly went to my bedside table to plug my phone into charge.
As I was busy trying to plug my phone in which shaking fingers, I heard a creak right outside my bedroom door. Unfortunately, a gasp escaped my lips and I swiveled around just in time to see three burly men enter my room. Everything which happened next seemed to be a blur. I swung the bat as hard as I could at the first man who advanced towards me. I heard a loud ‘THUP‘ as the bat connected with the man’s bald head. He slumped to the floor. I couldn’t believe what I had just done. The other two men growled and I remembered that I was still in danger.
Both of them ran towards me. Considering how small my room was, it didn’t take them more than a few seconds to reach me. I swung the bad blindly, but I was not so lucky this time. I had just managed to hit one of the men’s thigh, when the other grabbed ahold of my arms and twisted them behind my back. I let out a shriek of pain, but the man immediately covered my mouth. The other standing man tied a scarf over my mouth to muffle my screams while the other tied my hands behind my back with some rope.
I could feel my heart hammering inside my chest. I squirmed and kicked my legs with all my might as a man threw me over his shoulder and led me downstairs, and then out of the house. That’s when I noticed the black car. I hoped someone would see me being dragged out of my own house, but the pouring rain drowned all my hopes.
I felt hot tears roll down my cheek and mix with the rain as the man opened the gate of the van. At that moment, I would’ve given anything to snuggle into my mother’s arms. I was shoved into the van and suddenly, I found myself face to face with a dark, snarling man with a nasty gash across his left cheek. I yelped when the man slyly chuckled and felt each and every hair on my body prickle with fear. Our of nowhere a metal rod appeared in the man’s hand and he lashed out. The last thing I remembered was a hot, searing pain at the back of my head and then everything went pitch black.
– Just Another Magical Soul