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posted by stopbullying
Chapter 2
An odd man stepped out of the car and instantly I knew who it was. It was the man that came into the Магазин during my shift. He stalked me all the way down here and now he was standing in front of me. I wanted to scream because of the scary feeling I got from look in his eyes but I found no voice. I was stupid to go to the outer edges of the park where almost nobody was. And the секунда I could find a breath his hand was over my mouth and I was thrown into the back of a car that was cold and wet. I could barely hear the voices in the front of the car and I wanted to know where I was going.

“We got her!” a man’s scratchy voice сказал(-а) with triumph.
    “Yes, we did, but I heard her call her mom so the police should be looking for her tonight.” The man from the counter said. I knew I recognized the voice but I couldn’t be sure it was him. Until now. It was too late for me. I was already on my way to hell. I thought I knew what these types of people would do to me. They were men, what else would they do?
The ride to the place where they wanted me took hours and now I was crying because I wanted to be with my mom. I didn’t want to be here. I knew she would call the police and have them look for me but I couldn’t comfort myself enough to stop crying an actually think. Then I heard a voice from the front сиденье, место, сиденья of the car.

“We got her but I bet she is scared! She doesn’t even know why we did this. And we have a good explanation for it.” The man that came into the store said.
“We do have a good reason for this ... but Roger I don’t want to put too much information in her head. Let’s just take her to my house and we will tell her that we mean no harm and let her sleep on it. OK? Even me, C.J. can think in that way! Haha.” the other man chuckled.
“Well I guess that she might need that time to figure out that we aren’t here to hurt her and that we are only here to meet her.” Roger replied.
It was an odd feeling to be comfortable in the back of a car in which I did not know but it just seemed to feel better that I somewhat knew their intentions. I also knew that they might be thinking I am listening to them so they were just trying to comfort me so that they could hurt me, but I was fully aware of what was going on. I perhaps was just a little bit еще aware of what could happen или what they might do.
The car slowly came to a stop in what felt like a gravel driveway. I think we were at the person’s house but I didn’t know what to expect next. I just lay on my back hopping that they wouldn’t hurt me. Then I heard footsteps on the gravel and it seemed that they were coming over to the back of the car where I was and I wanted to know what they were going to do to me so I just waited. The footsteps came closer and closer and I was sort of scared when I hear the lock on the хобот, ствол of the car open and they opened the trunk.
“Hello, I’m Roger and this is my friend C.J.”
“We don’t mean Ты any harm. We are here to introduce ourselves. We mean nothing bad. I am related to you. I’m your uncle but I never knew Ты because your family moved away. We have lots to talk about, but we will wait till the morning after Ты have had some sleep. OK?”
“Oh. OK.” I replied in a tired and nervous voice.
“Come inside and make yourself at home.”
The house was huge and it was very spacious. Light brown carpet covered the floor until Ты got to the кухня where it was the most beautiful tile in the world. It was a cream color but it looked like it had carvings in it. I thought it was a weird place for the кухня because right as Ты walked in the front door the кухня door was to your left. It was a two story house. They took me up to my bedroom which looked as big as a master bedroom.
I figured they really didn’t mean any harm because of the way they were treating me. But, no matter what I will be on the lookout for something that might seem weird. And then it hit me! If they meant no harm they would let me call my mother. I went down to the living room with the big flat screen that had a football game on and thought I could ask.
“Hey, can I use the phone to call my mom. I сказал(-а) she needed to pick me up at the park but Ты took me instead.”
“That’s what we have to talk about.”
“What do Ты mean?”
They both gave each other a glance and looked back at me.
“The reason we haven’t met yet is because your mom doesn’t want me to meet you. I had a rough life as a kid and was into drugs and alcohol, but now I’m a new man. She just didn’t want me around Ты because she didn’t want Ты to be the same way. I wanted to know Ты but your mom сказал(-а) no so this is the only way we can talk. Please understand me.” Roger сказал(-а) sadly.
I stood there for a moment not knowing what to say или think. But then it came to me.
“Is that why Ты came and took me this way?”
“Yes.” Roger stated.
“I understand I just am so stunned and I really want to talk to my mom. Can I call her and tell her I’m at a friend’s house and will be back in a while?”
“Yes, I suppose. But if she asks don’t tell her my name. Please. She will have me arrested within seconds.”
I understood that but I didn’t like keeping secrets from my mom. But I wanted him here and wanted my mom to know I was safe. So I dialed and the phone rang until she picked up.
“Hey, it’s me mom”
“Oh my gosh! Where are you? Ты ok? Did anyone hurt you? What’s going on? I thought Ты сказал(-а) Ты would be at the park! Where are Ты missy!?”
“Hey mom I am fine. I am at a friend’s house and I will be here for awhile. I haven’t seen her in forever so I will be a while before I come home. They are providing everything. I am fine.”
“Who is this friend of yours?”
“Oh, it is a friend from school. Ok mom don’t freak out. I’m fine. I will call Ты tomorrow alright?”
“Ok. Fine. But Ты better not be doing anything you’re not supposed to. And call tomorrow for sure!”
“Ok. I Любовь Ты mom.”
“I Любовь Ты to Ashlie.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
I set the phone down and сказал(-а) goodnight to them and went to my room. I sat there trying to figure out what I was going to do because I just lied to my mom, I have no idea where I am, and I have no idea if these people are fake или real. I was in a tuff situation. Well the most I could do right now is go to постель, кровати and get some sleep. So I fell asleep.
posted by StarWarsFan7
"ALRIGHT! Class, take your seats. Science is about to begin." сказал(-а) Mrs.Labansky. She was THE strictest teacher in the district. "I hate...this, so much." I put my head on a textbook. "Cheer up, buddy." Ahh. Meghan, she was my best friend since kindergarten. After 10 секунды of science class started, I was dreaming my worst nightmare.
*** DREAM ***
"Help somebody!" I screamed. I was in space! I was so afraid of heights that I cried. Then all of a sudden, I heard a thud. *THUD* I woke up!
*** DREAM OVER ***
"Miss Quetzal! Tell me what the answer is to this problem!" she said. I thought about saying, "I don't know." But then it hit me! Literally! Something hit my head and I fell to the floor!
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The part I'm posting is where I introduce...
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posted by Insight357
Viewing Ты from across the room
Ты look at me
I look at you
Unable what to do
If I speak
If I keep silent
Speak in silence

Whoa
What went wrong?
We were happy
Now we just don’t know
Without Ты
I just don’t know what to do
Please guide me
To that blurring light
Tonight

With a deep breath
And no death
Maybe I will come
Without feeling numb
Ты can Показать me
And I can choose
To follow
или continue blindly

Whoa
What went wrong?
We were happy
Now we just don’t know
Without Ты
I just don’t know what to do
Please guide me
To that blurring light
Tonight

Now last time
Admit your crime
That is what Ты did wrong
Yet I still miss you
And all the stupid things Ты do
I will wait for you
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I do not own the song, nor (most likely) the plot.

~*~

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~*~

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In the...
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