Chapter One

Today had been an average day at school for Willow. Get on the bus, go to school, sit in her awful classes, then once again sit on the bus and go back home to start the whole thing over again. Nothing unusual, except for him. The boy in black with his hood up and eyes obscured from view, hands clasped nervously in his lap. He didn't fit in, and he definitely shouldn't have been shooting repetitive glances towards Willow.

It's been another very long, drawn out day for her; she had missed the bus, been late to her first four classes, forgotten money for lunch and then, to top it all off, she had a creep staring at her. Icing on the disaster cake one might say. Wonderful, next thing I know he's gonna turn out to be some psycho that's gonna kill me. She'd never been so close, but yet so far from the truth in her whole life.

The bus squealed to a stop, arriving at its destination: a little house just outside of the main city. A young black girl with dark hair and brilliant hazel eyes stepped off the bus, her backpack thumping against her back lightly.

 

Yes, she will be important, but not yet; anyways, back to the story.

When she left, there were still about twenty students on the bus, as always, all of which are either blaring their music into their heads, talking aimlessly with friends or staring blankly out the bus window at everything that whizzes by.

All but one. He was still looking at her, not noticeably, but she could feel his eyes piercing her thick curtain of red hair, hungrily tearing into her soul.

It went on like that for days; her getting on, him staring, her getting off, school, repeat... Except today was different.

Willow got onto the bus and found a very displeasing site. He had stolen her seat. She walked down the aisle and stood by him, "um, you're in my seat." He barely glanced at her then turned away, obviously he didn't care. Willow knew she should do the reasonable thing and sit somewhere else, but instead she took the open seat beside him. He jumped slightly in surprise but quickly covered it with a cough. Then, he moved closer to the window in attempt to cease the contact of their slightly brushing thighs. "So... what's your name?" Willow asked kindly, hoping for a reply. She didn't get one. Frowning, she folded her hands in her lap and stared at them, trying to entertain herself without looking stupid.

The bus stopped once again, the black girl with curly hair a shade darker than her skin, got off once more. Her backpack still bouncing atop her shoulders as if waving goodbye.

 

The irony of that brave little backpack waving goodbye to Willow could not have been coincidental. Perhaps it was warning her to get away from the boy, or saying goodbye one last time. Of course, she could not have known this, all she knows is that it is a normal backpack.

The small house grew smaller as the bus crawled away from it, it's engine roaring in distress. It continued on down the road, heading farther into the depths of nowhere.

Willow glanced out the window and saw a large black truck parked in the distance. Maybe it was coincidence, but the second she noticed it, the boy next to her grabbed her arms roughly and stood up, dragging Willow and her bag with him. "Stop the bus."

It barely slowed as the driver looked through his dusty mirror, confusion in his tired eyes. The boy, obviously angry at being disobeyed, pulled out a gun, "I said stop the bus." It squealed to a stop in the middle of the road to nowhere, the black truck parked next to it.

"What do you think you're doing kid?" the old bus driver asked as the boy walked to the front of the bus, Willow stumbling behind him. He said nothing as he gestured to the door.

The bus driver made no motion to open it. "It's okay Weston," Willow assured him shakily, "just do as he asked and open the door, no one needs to get hurt. Weston nodded, the door creaked open, and the boy pulled Willow off with him, her bag falling to the ground beside her.

 

Of course if Willow had stayed on the bus, refusing to follow the boy, none of the coming events would have happened because he couldn't kill her, he needed her. The other kids on the bus however...

Never in her life had Willow felt absolute terror, so how can she possibly know what it is? Well, with a gun held to her head as a boy pulls her away from familiarity, she has a pretty good idea. Quickly picking up her bag, she followed the boy’s directions. The dirt stuck to the inside of the sandals she wore today; she had almost worn sneakers. They walked a few feet away and the boy whispered, "Tell him to drive off." His voice was smooth and seductive, but frightening all the same. So, Willow told the bus driver to go and looked at the bus longingly as it drove away, her only escape back into her normal world was gone. " Follow."

She did as she was told and walked in the opposite direction, towards the black truck she had seen parked. Against her good judgement she looked back at the bus as it drove into the distance and watched in horror as it exploded. She could see the power of the blast but the sound didn't reach them for a few seconds. It was deafening.

So now you see why he needed her off the bus because, if he couldn't kill her, then he needed her off so he could kill all the people who witnessed her kidnapping.

Willow couldn’t help but cry, the thought of all the people she had grown to love that were on that bus just... not existing? Could that be possible? Apparently so. The boy gripped her arm and dragged her away, her backpack smacking painfully into her side as he did so. Why did she even grab it? She didn't need it, did she? Oh well. They reach the truck and the boy opened the passenger’s side and practically picked her up and threw her inside, obviously thinking she would resist, she couldn’t. She was too scared, too terrified, to do anything that could possibly get her hurt, so she followed without saying a word, tears falling silently down her face.

The boy started the truck and turned it around, back towards the city. Just another thing to take Willow farther from where she wished to be. The desert slowly faded into urban territory, small houses slowly shaped into larger buildings that cast large shadows over the town. Willow had always hated it here, she didn't know why, but she was much more fond of nature.

Sadly she will never see the outside world again. If only she had understood the backpack and not sat by the boy on the bus. But the past is past, now let me continue my story!

Sometime during the drive Willow dozed off, all of the stress making her very tired. When she jerked awake, she expected to be on the bus, but of course she was not. The boy looked at her shyly under his long, dark eyelashes, his amber eyes seemed to be full of shame, but at the same time, triumph. The tears came once again and Willow hid her face behind her fiery curtain of hair, hoping he hadn't seen so he didn't think of her as weak, in a sociopath, that just fueled their desires. He probably did anyway, wasn't that how they worked? Preying on the weaker people of society to sustain their desires? Willow honestly didn't know the answer to that question either. So, once again she sat silently until the truck stopped suddenly at a house somewhere deep in the heart of the city.

Maybe there are neighbors nearby that will hear her if she screams? The thought doesn't even occur to her for she is too afraid to try any rebellious acts. So how will she escape?

Reviews

[Inject Positivity]

Hey!!! Im looking forward to read the next chapter......What a start....Keep writing the chapters of this book......God bless you....

[Obscured by the Shadows]

I wrote this eons ago and decided to post it :) not sure what to do next, but I will get there eventually.

[Inject Positivity]

Okay....Let me know when you write a new chapter(although i will be checking everyday your pages).......