Kidnapped By Why Don't We

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-Daisy- 

      Walking home in the dark at night was not one of my greatest ideas. In fact, it's defiantly the worst I've had. It's even worse then the time I decided to catch a cactus, don't ask. But I had to go to soccer practice if I wanted to keep my starting position. I guess this is the consequent of my actions.  

      I was very scared of walking home alone at night. The mysterious thing that is home to no light and shows no mercy, darkness. Darkness is something that holds the evils of the world. It is said that darkness, alone, can drive people into madness. In reality, I shouldn't be scared of walking home at night. My town is one of the safest towns in my state, so what's there to worry about? But their is a reason why people commit crimes at night. It's harder to get caught when no one can see you.

      Being, the person I am, I'm ready to fight back if someone tries to attack me. Staying on my toes at all times and hoping that my senses won't let me down. I'm just praying to god that my senses won't play tricks on me, and make me think that something is there but, in reality, it's not.  

      Walking the curve of a road, making sure I was in the grassy part so I don't get hit, a van slowed down right next to me. It was hard to make out what color it was but I'm pretty sure it's black. 

      "Fuck that," I said allowed. 

      One of the top rules I have is to never trust a van, or someone that owns a van. Vans are one of the things that scares me when walking home... alone... at night.  Yep, I'm fucked if I don't get away now. 

      While still looking at the van I took out my phone that was in the side pocket of my soccer bag. If I took my eyes off of the van someone might come out, and I didn't not want them to have the upper hand on me, more than they already do because they have a car.  

    Taking my eyes off of the vehicle that was creepily slowed down next to me to punch in my password and to have 911 on the ready to call.

    Once my eyes looked back at the van it had it's door open and a guy on the road about 5 yards from me, fuck. This is not what I wanted.

      The man, I assume, was dressed in all black, around 6'0, and looked very lean. He sprinted towards me and I ran in the opposite direction of me, dropping my bag in the process, so I could gain some speed. I had to also, some how, get my slides off because every time I was taking a step it would fold under causing my to almost lose my balance and trip. 

      "Crap," I said as my slide folded again causing me to brace myself with my knee as I fell onto the grass.  

      By taking a glance behind me I could see that this man was hot on my tail, fuck. Getting up as fast as I could I turned around to take this man on in a fight. My hands where in front of my face ready for anything that he would through at me. 

    My actions stopped the man right in his tracks. That's right fucker, I'm not going down without a fight. 

     "I don't want to fight you princess!" yelled the man. He sounded young, at least young to go around kidnapping teenage girls. That's more of a 40-year-old man thing to do. 

      Wait! Hold up, did this freak just call me princess? I have so many questions.  

      "Fuck you!" I yelled back the guy. 

     "You're the one that asked for this," He said back at me and started gaining ground on me. I made sure to walk backwards but to also kept my stance. 

      As soon as he was range for my kicks, I lifted my right leg and swung it at him. Lets tangle, bitch. I didn't hit him, but he did have to step back.