His Sweet Victim

counter, having breakfast before work. My father barely blinks at me, as he continues to re

finally asks, setting her utensi

end, I was wondering if I could please borrow one of the cars to go

drive to school. I hardly think you can handle driving alone to San Fran

coming with me," I say, but continue to plead wit

chool, and make sure you have everything ready for the open

mother owns a rather successful line of jewelry and is releasing a brand-new line of male and female wedding rings, along wit

name. If it was up to me, I would be attending the small community college in San Francisco, to study Art. Instea

d I can barely remember which character I am playing. I can already tell it is going to be a long day. Just one more year, and I

to do. But at the same time, I love my parents, and everything th

ce my tuition is paid for by my parents, and they put money on my student card every semester to get food and stuff. Other than that, I don't have my own spending money a whole lot, unless it's fo

n, heiress to their vast fortune – blah, blah blah. I hate it all. They say money can't buy you happiness

e a decent car or keep up with the insurance payments, on top of a phone and other personal splurging. But it is enough that without that, I could do whatever I want; go on shopping sprees, hav

them in quite some time since I was 15, and I had asked to stay out late to attend a local concert by my favourite band in

ey in ransom. It is no secret how wealthy my family is, everyone in town knows about it, and people had often tried to kidnap m

once even said that the few times my mother had been kidnapped when she was younger, the police were quick to put an end to it

adful charity events where no one focuses on the worthy cause, just the money it is making, and who receives the left-over funds once half of the donations are split. I ha

ing. Just being around him, his presence alone is enough to make anyone brighten from their gloomy mood. He is an overly friendly guy, but not enough to make a person feel

of friends ever since. He is my rock when it comes to dealing with my home life, he knows the

ng is strong like the person is standing just a few feet away from me, their presence overpowering me. But when I turn, there is no one there, as su

try not to look like a maniac on speed as I run towards the main building. The feeling disappeared completely once I'm gathered in the thick crowd of stu

elt earlier. Was I just being paranoid, or had someone been watching me? My mind is swirling; I barely n

, looking at the now slightly darkened path, as the sun begins to set, leaving an ominous orange glow to light my w

usual way I take. It's a little longer, but it's more public than the small path through the forest behind my house that I always take as a short cut to and from school. The park

the baby phase, except maybe without the crying and constant pooping, but I never saw my parents as that type. They always pushed

the feeling hasn't returned, and I feel my body and mind relax a little. I start getting into my music when I turn down anothe

my shocked cries. They whisper something in my ear, but my surprise and fear are so high, my hearing deafens as they drag me back towards the stree

d on their index finger through the leather material. I cheer

e attacker recovers, and grabs hold of me again. Sebastian darts across the grass towards me, but before

y from the side of the road and rushing into traffic. Faint sounds of angry horns can be heard, and the squeals of tires as we continue to jer

hear, but their voice is too quiet for me to identify it. They sound like a boy no older than me. He grabs my hands and ties

dy hurt," another voice grum

almost impossible to make anything out clearly, even after my ears had stopped ringing. I recognize their accents, however. They sound Bri

izing my father for trying to scare me, it turns out he was right. I think back to the feeling

hantly under the bag. Serves him right. I'm glad I had at least called out to Sebastian, he can tell my parents right away what happened, and maybe he e

But what i

going to do once they

here is thei