Chapter 3

When I woke up, I knew immediately that I was not at home, safe, in my room, just waking up for a morning at school. I knew that I had been kidnapped by two angry robbers who seemed to be more than that. I knew that I would never win the bet at this point and worrying about it deemed useless. I knew that bad things were going to happen to me. That I might never see Lindsay's prom dress or the car Daddy was planning to give me. That instead of being in my queen-size bed I was on a blanket and my neck hurt. But all of seemed to weird, so impossible, I tried to make it a dream. I mean, what were the odds that I would get KIDNAPPED by ROBBERS at a SWAROVSKI? Maybe the universe was trying to tell me something. But whatever it was, I had no idea. I wasn't a religious girl. Daddy used to take my to church until he didn't have time because of work. And I never really liked going. But if there was a God, he was starting to get on my nerves.



"Rise and shine, sleepyhead!" Roy's voice sang. I opened my eyes to a pretty much empty room. There were two chairs, in front of a small tv, and then the couch that I had slept on. Other than that the room was totally bare, like people had just moved in. There was a huge window behind the tv, with the curtains drawn. But it was still extremely bright inside, since Roy had turned all of the lights on full. I turned towards the doorway, trying to see more of the house, but the door was closed.
"How's it going?" He asked me, walking over with a a cup of water for me and a cheese stick. A cheese stick. Who did he think I am, a 3rd grader? Why did this even irk me so much?
And why was he so cheerful? He just kidnapped an innocent girl. What the hell was his problem?
"I just drank my morning coffee," He explained, reading my expression as he sat down on the couch next to me. He handed me the cheesestick.