I'm so sorry I had to change the name as my thoughts on the story changed but I'm still writing it. Hello this is my first post on this site. I've never posted any of my stories but I'm a long one reader of others. Please comment to tell me if my story is good!
Before I say anything let me tell you one thing. I didn't mean to get kidnapped.
I though kidnapping only happened on TV. Even then it only happened to little eight year old girls and they got kidnapped by big burly guys with black ski masks over their faces. Cliche right?
I also didn't mean to fall in love. But both happened. I think I should start from the beginning, a beautiful day in June.
My name is Jackson Solento. My friends call me Jack. I'm 17 about 6"1 with brunette hair that was cut in almost a beiber cut. I weigh about 167 pounds.
I live in a small town named Allenhurst in New Jersey. My neighborhood, Bridgewood is a well to do neighborhood. Who am I kidding my parents are rich. My dad's a CEO for a computer company and my moms a partner in a law firm. I went to the local school and was a lacrosse player MVP. But school had ended a week ago.
My parents, Jack and (don't laugh) Jill, were on their 20th anniversary. They had splurged to go to Aruba for a couple of weeks leaving my with my "aunt" Nessie
Aunt Nessie really was just my moms best friend. She was cool though. Nessie had a full time job so as long as I didn't get drunk, do drugs, or have a house party; I could do pretty much whatever I wanted to. The only thing she was strict with was I had to leave a note or a voicemail if I was going to be out after 6pm or was staying at a friends. She was a really good cook So I usually came back to the house to eat bofore leaving again.
It was awesome. I had the house to myself could do whatever I pleased for 3 whole weeks! I didn't know that I wouldn't be able to enjoy my paradise for very long.
About two days into my vacation I went out to go skateboarding in the road. I noticed a black van in the neighborhood. None of my neighbors owned black vans so it was pretty weird. I saw the side it said Reelers Plumbing and I immediatly relaxed. The Crestors, who lived next door, had always had a leaky faucet that Mr.Crestor "fixed" repeatedly. Maybe the Mrs. had decided to throw in the towel on his skills and call a real plumber.
I went along down the road and stopped at the gas station about two blocks away. I got a blue slushie and flirted with the girl behind the register, turning up the charm. Naturally, her father owned the store.
With a verbal warning and my skateboard in hand. I walked back up the hill to my house. As I neared my house I noticed the van was in my driveway. Being the idiot I was I walked in the back door not thinking that anything was going to happen.
That's when my life changed forever. I didn't think that by choosing to open that damn door I was going to alter the course of my life indefinitely.
Back to the story I knew something was up when Scooter didn't greet me at the door.
Scooter is my German Shepard and whenever I open the door he usually comes running in probably with a toy or something.
But when I opened the door... Nothing. I immediately went to the kitchen figuring he was eating something he shouldn't be when I heard faint barking coming from somewhere upstairs. I took the stairs two at a time. Looking back I was an idiot not to run out of the house right in that second.
Scooter was in my room barking his head off. I opened the door and crouched down ruffling the fur on my dogs head.
"Hey boy," I said, "how'd ya get in there?"
I stretched back up and I walked back downstairs into the living room. my dog had decided to stay in the foyer upstairs.
As I went in I felt that something wasn't right. A premonition coming too late. As I picked up the phone to call Nessie a leather gloves hand slapped over my mouth! Something hard and metallic went right up against my head. As I turned slightly I saw it was a silver pistol! Someone has just put a gun to my head.
"Well," a feminine voice purred, "Look who got home very early."