Diana

20
Diana’s P.O.V.
“Here we are!” Macey said as we turned onto a street of town houses.
“Oh my gosh!” I squealed. “I can’t believe I’m finally going to see my house!”
Macey was grinning from ear to ear. “Not like you’ve lived pretty much your whole life in it at all.”
“Shut up and tell me which one it is!”
“It’s that one,” she said, pointing to something to my right.
My heart skipped a beat as I turned to see it. There, where Macey had pointed was the most… rundown, weed infested, old house with a big Foreclosed sign on the door. My heart sank. Then I was confused, until Macey couldn’t hold in her laughter anymore.
“Macey, I’m gonna kill you!” I laughed with her.
“If you kill me, I guess I won’t be able to tell you which house it is and you’d have to wait even longer.”
“Show me my house already!” I play whined.
“Okay, okay. That one,” she beamed.
I followed the tip of her index finger to a mostly brick, three story townhome; my home. My eyes were wide as I tried to take in everything at once. This was the place I grew up.
Macey let me have my moment before asking, “So, are we gonna see the inside or just admire that lovely brick job?”
I chortled. “I suppose we can go inside if you really want to.” I opened the passenger door and straightened up before calling out, “Race ya!” And making a sprint to the house.
Macey immediately followed, closing the distance. I ended up reaching the front door first and whooped in mock excitement at the achievement.
“Oh shut up,” Macey laughed. “You had a head start.”
“Excuses, excuses,” I chided.
She just rolled her eyes at the sky.
Then it struck me. I asked, “do you have a key?”
“No. But there’s a spare one in the flowerbed out back,” She replied, before adding, “Race ya!” and taking off past other houses to get behind them and to my backyard.
She beat me so badly she walked backwards the last few feet. But I didn’t let that stop me from mocking her, calming it was because of her “head start.”
“Whatever,” she said. “The key is in between the yellow flowers.”
I quickly found the yellow flowers and key in an area which looked to have much fresher soil. It looked almost too fresh. But I figured Macey must have come over after my parents had left the world. I didn’t want to embarrass her by asking though.
I ran to the back door and fitted the key into the lock with fumbling hands, Macey at my side. As I unlocked the door, I could feel my eyes begin to moisten. Macey must have noticed, as she stepped back and said, “I’ll let you go in alone first.”
I nodded gratefully -I hated people seeing me cry- and swung open the door. The very first thing I saw was the soft tan carpet I was standing on. Next, I noticed a large, black, leather couch with bright yellow and blue pillows. Across from that was a ginormous flat screen TV. Off to the side stood an elegant pool table. I poked around a bit and found an office, a closet full of junk food and, what I assume, was a guests’ bedroom. I then ascended the stairs a small entry level. The next full level contained the kitchen, living and dining rooms, and a door leading to the deck. I followed another staircase to the third floor, where, quite obviously, my bedroom was. I blushed quite a bit when, right over my queen sized bed, a poster of, none other than, One Direction was beaming down at me. I gave thanks that I hadn’t come here with Niall and made a mental note to take that down before he got back. How embarrassing. But then I chuckled. He’d probably find it funny that I’d been such a fangirl.
I started to make my way over to my bed, but all the sudden, something was over my mouth and I was being pulled back, into a hard object. All at once, I realized that the thing over my mouth was a hand and it was over my nose too, obscuring my breathing. The thing I’d been pulled into was a person, and, by the smell of it, that person was Marcus. He quickly got a hold on my hands before I could get over the surprise. I tried to scream, but his hand blocked any sound from emitting.
“Shut it,” he grumbled. At his voice I was sure it was him. And shut it I did. I bit down right on his palm. Hard. He grunted in pain but didn’t let go. I figured if I could bite him again, he’d release. But I didn’t get a chance before a sharp pain filled my side as his knuckles connected with my ribcage. I let loose a shriek, but again, it was lost in his hand. I was feeling light headed now from the lack of oxygen.
I did everything I could to free myself, squirming, kicking, elbowing, and biting whenever I could. But nothing worked. All I was able to earn were a few short breaths and some extra bruises.
“Now that you’re free of that famous kid, you can come back to what you know is good for you.”
My side throbbed as Marcus shoved me into the hallway, still restraining me. Tears began to fill my vision and my nose ran all over his hand, smearing around my face. But I couldn’t give up. I needed to get out of this. There seemed to be no hope, I’d tried everything, or so I thought.
Then, I was randomly reminded of my favorite movie as a kid, High School Musical. My favorite song from it had been “Get your Head in the Game”. Head. Use your head.
All that went through my mind in fractions of a second. I threw my head back with all my might as we neared the front door. Marcus was jerked back, but maintained his grip on me, mostly. His hand was slimy from all my snot and slipped just enough to allow me to get a full breath in and a few rushed words out: “Help! Marcu-“ But his hand was over my mouth again.
He said something to me, roughly, and took me to the garage where his car was. But I wasn’t listening. All I could think about was whether or not Macey, or anyone, had heard my cry for help. Was it loud enough? Was it enough information? Was it even understandable? I had no idea. All I could do was hope.
Marcus put me in the trunk of his car which just made everything twice as awful due to my claustrophobia. Then again, that’s probably one of the reasons why he put me there.
Just to put it out there, there’s a sign on the inside of his trunk which states, and I quote, “Not suitable for passengers” and it even has an illustration of a person in the trunk with a big red circle with a line through it. I know because I got to look at it for what felt like hours while Marcus blasted rock music to cover my hollers for help. I tried to bust out his tail light from the inside, like I’d seen someone do on TV, but no luck. I ended up using the time to try and regain composure and figure out what I was going to do when he opened the hatch.
When I was about to break down again and give up, my phone rang.

Notes

Sorry for taking forever on this chapter! I feel really bad about that. But thank you so much for over 10k views! That’s insane! :D