Hey Girls!! Here is Part 2 of Kidnapped! A Short Story. Sadly, Amythest has a cold, so there won't be a part 1 of a short story on Three American Sisters. :( 

If you haven't read Part 1 of Kidnapped! yet, scroll down to my last post. 


Lizzy raced around her room, grabbing her art supplies. Her art kit, paper to draw on, and a canvas all flew into her backpack. She knew it would be a long trip. Lizzy was hardly aware of Thistle carefully packing her computer into it's case on the other side of the room. When everything was ready, the Dolls raced down the stairs to meet Mama at the door, waiting impatiently. After the kidnapper had called demanding ransom for Felicity, Mama had called the police, who had managed to trace the call to a house in the suburbs. They were now heading there. 

As they piled into the car, Lizzy took out her canvas and began to sketch a rose with pencil, realizing subconsciously that it was Felicity's favorite flower. She heard Thistle typing away on her computer, but was too involved in her own work to ask her what she was writing about. She got out her paint and carefully painted the rose, adding in details. When she was done, she set it in the carseat between Thistle and herself and stared out the window. Slowly, the sound of the clicking of computer keys and the car's engine lulled her to sleep.

Felicity gingerly tried the door, even though she knew that it was going to be locked. Looking around, she quickly scrambled over to the only other option: the window. To her surprise, it was unlocked and screenless. She glanced around and carefully climbed out, onto the gravel of what she realized was the driveway. She began to pad (barefoot) to the road that ran along the house she was being kept in. 


The sound of the garage door opening sent chills up Teetee's spine.

"Hey! You!" She heard a man's voice, and, without turning around, bolted down the street. She didn't know where she was going, but only turned where was closest to her. She was beginning to think she had gotten away from her perusers, but the roar of an engine behind her made the strand of hope die quickly. There was no way she could outrun a car. 

The car pulled up in front of her, the driver climbing nimbly out, and, for the first time, Felicity got a look at her kidnapper. 

He was dark-skinned, dark-haired, and strong. She knew there was no getting past him, so she looked around desperately for another escape.

There wasn't one.

This ends part 2! I would have gone farther, but I've run out of time. Thanks for reading! Tune in later for part 3!


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