If anyone had read any other of my storys, you will find the story "The Missing." The same because this is Peytons ((The girls who got kidnapped)) side of the story.
I was five years old when I was kidnapped. I slept soundly in my bed which was on the second story of my house. Nobody could hurt me in my home… I never thought I would have to shut the windows or lock the doors. Who would climb up the side of my house to get in? Who was that determined? I had opened my window that night because I was hot in my bed; I pushed it out as wide as it could go. I didn’t know then that I had just made it easier for my kidnapper.
I remember opening my eyes to the sound of scraping and heavy breathing. That didn’t bother me though; I had no reason to be scared. Sometimes my brother Will and sister Raea would come in at night, to check on me or to have a ‘sleepover’ they would call it.
“Raea?” I had mumbled sleepily, she didn’t usually make this much noise. She was usually so quite that I didn’t know she had even come in until morning.
“No it’s not Raea, Peyton.” A strange husky voice answered, trying to keep his voice down low. My eyes had flew open with shock hearing an almost strangers voice in my house. But when I could make sense of the darkness and the figure standing in front of me, I wasn’t scared. This was the same man who would watch me all the time, from across the street. He was my friend, I didn’t need to worry.
“George.” I sighed, closing my eyes again. I didn’t know that I should feel scared around him. “What are you doing in my house?” I had mumbled, groggy with sleep. There was shuffling and I could sense that he was closer to me now. I still didn’t feel scared. The soft cool breeze from the open window was blowing across my face making me feel peaceful. I was almost back asleep when he answered my question.
“I’ve come to get you. You can’t stay here anymore.” George had said, he almost sounded angry.
I giggled; I thought he was being silly. He didn’t like the idea that I had laughed at him, I don’t think. I always thought that’s why what he did next. I didn’t know that it had been his plan the whole time.
He wrapped something around my head and tied it up at my throat. I was scared now, everything was black. What was he doing? So I screamed, I screamed as loud and as long as I could. It hurt my own ears it was that loud. George didn’t like that I screamed, he made a strange noise of anger and he hit me over the head with something. A high pitched ring, rung in my ears and I felt dizzy. I think I might have fallen asleep, but I think George might have forced me to full asleep. The only thing I could think of though was – Nobody heard me scream, nobody came.
