Taken

A prominent doctor and his wife are devastated when their young children are snatched from the street in broad daylight. No one heard a thing. No one saw a thing. They had money for a ransom but was there a price too high? Was there anything they wouldn't do? What was going to happen to the children? Why would someone do this to such a nice, normal family?

"Don't let your hearts be troubled," he announced.  "Your little minds are ill-equipped to handle this situation.  All will be taken care of."  He walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. 

We heard the scraping of the key in the lock.  We were alone once again.

"Are we ever going to get out of here, Jamie?"  Andrew asked, his brow furrowed.

I looked toward the wall, not knowing how to answer his question.  A tiny ant crawled out of the minute crack, looking around, noticing me and then ducked back inside.  I wanted to be like that ant in that instance, hiding until it was safe. 

There was nowhere to hide.  There was no furniture.  There were no windows.  There was nothing save the bare light bulb emitting a soft glow from the rain-stained ceiling.

My brother Andrew and I had been walking home from school just hours earlier.  He was chattering on about the spelling test he was sure he had failed.  I was happy that I had landed a part in the fourth grade play.  The sun was shining and Daddy was due home from his doctors' conference that evening.  Life was good.  Until ...

The van pulled to a stop at the curb, two men in black clothing, wearing ski masks jumped out and grabbed us both.  I kicked and bit and fought.  Andrew cried out.  What was happening?  What was happening?

I wanted Mom but I tried to be strong and brave, for Andrew's sake.  I had to figure out something.  But what?

The End

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