_ What? _I found myself tied on the floor with a gag in my throat, I was resting on the edge of a fireplace. I had the same dress on that I wore to my girlfriend’s bat mitzvah. I saw my shoes resting on a pile of books in the corner of the room. It had no furniture except for a chair and a small table with coffee on it. In the chair sat a man with brown hair. He had a slightly scruffy beard, but other than the bandages wrapped around his hand he looked like nothing special. “Ah, you’re awake.” The man walked up and squatted in frount of me. _I know how to handle this _I reassured myself. “Here, little girl. Listen; I’ll take off the gag. You won’t scream, you won’t make a single noice, because if you do, girl,” he shook his head, “I’ll be forced to kill you. And I don’t want to kill. Just your father.” He took off the gag, “Son of a bitch!” I headbutted him in the stomach. I quickly cut the ropes off on one of the fireplace tools and grabbed my shoes. The man was getting up and I grabbed his phone and called 911. “Hello?” I ran out of the room panting, “I was kidnapped.” I said before they could ask what was wrong, “Where are you?” I looked at the adress of the building. There wasn’t one. I looked at the street. Rosefield. Around a thirty minute drive from my house in Arizona. “A run-down house on Rosefeild—“ I saw the man chasing after me. I quickly pulled up the camera and took a picture. I typed in my number (while running away) sent myself the picture. I spotted a lady in her mid-forties with a kid in a stroller and a little girl holding her hand. “Hey, auntie!” I ran up to her, “hows’ my baby cousin? Is school going well?” I acted like I knew the kids and woman. The lady smile and whispered, “what’s wrong?” “Kidnapper,” I looked behind me, “He’s gone now. Can you help me to the closest police station?” I showed her the picture. “Of course, no problem,”