I opened my eyes to the sun blaring in my eyes. I squinted, not being able to open my eyes. What had happened? Then it hit me, Kyle had caught me trying to escape and he chloroformed me. I noticed that my ankles and wrists were tied together with duct tape. I attempted to free myself but I was taped up pretty good. I sat myself up but knew I would just have to wait for Kyle to come in. I was not looking forward to seeing him, especially when I saw how mad he was last night.

I felt like the circulation was being cut off by the tape. Kyle must have been furious when he was taping me up. My head was spinning and I had the worst headache ever. I knew this would happen too, that's why I hated chloroform. I actually needed to behave now, so that this wouldn't happen again. Now was the time to really suck up to him so he didn't kill me. What freaked me out was that I was no longer wearing wet, sandy clothes from last night. I was changed into a new pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Had Kyle done this? The thought of him changing my clothes while I was unconscious sickened me.

I heard the door being unlocked and the doorknob twist. Did he really think I would get out of the duct tape handcuffs and then what, swim off the island? There wasn't any reason for locking the door. The door opened and Kyle walked in. He shut the door behind him and had a stern face on. I didn't make eye contact and I kept my head down. He sat down on the bed and said, "Look at me!"

I slowly tilted my head up and looked at him. He lifted his hand and reached for my face but I quickly turned my head, not wanting him to touch me.

"Stop, let me see your eye." He demanded.

What was wrong with my eye? I actually let him examine my eye and when he touched my right eye, I flinched in pain. Why did that hurt so much? I closed my eye and turned my head, preventing Kyle from touching it again.

"You have a black eye." He replied as if he wasn't the reason I had one.

Without thinking about my actions, I swung my tied legs and kicked him in the face, knocking him off the bed. I probably shouldn't have done that but I was mad at him I couldn't control myself. I heard him curse under his breath and he stood up and said, "Really? Who the hell is tied up right now?"

"Who's the one who just got hit by someone tied up?" I replied without skipping a beat.

He backhanded me in the face and made me fall back on the bed. My face was hurting again and I wouldn't be surprised if not black eye got worse.

"You know what, I'm done being nice." He snarled as he stormed out of the room.

Well, I just messed up big time. I need to get out of these restraints. Since my hands were behind my back, I had to get them in front of me first. I pulled my knees as close as I could to my chest and slid my arms through my legs so that my hands were cuffed in front of me now. I placed my wrists by my feet and pushed the tape so that it slid forward so I could get the tape off. As soon as I was able to rip the tape off then I was able to get the tape off my feet.

Kyle was actually smart about locking the door the other time because it wasn't that hard to get out of the duct tape. My wrists and ankles were bright red but I didn't care. I figured that the door would be locked so decided to climb through the window. Guess someone didn't think of everything. I have a feeling that Kyle is pretty pissed.

I would rather get away from him and explore the forest around the area, than being locked in a room all day, fearing that he will come in and hurt me. I really believe that he would hurt me now after my black eye and everything he's done. I opened the window and crawled out of it without a problem. I shut the window and knew this would be a good day to explore the island. I needed a good run anyway. I hadn't actually run unless I was trying to escape since I was taken.

I ran into the forest as far as I could before branches and rocks multiplied, preventing me from running at a normal pace. There were small paths going in every direction. I randomly picked one, not caring where I was going as long as it wasn't back to the house. The scenery was vivid and wonderful; I would never see anything this beautiful back in Colorado. There were thousands of trees in every direction and I just hoped that I didn't get lost. Without looking, I ran into a small branch that scraped my face. I felt my warm blood trickle down my face.

I wiped the blood onto my arm and used my hand to hold pressure down so the blood would stop and it would clot and scab over. I heard a loud hushing, swishing, dripping, gushing noise coming from the distance. I followed the noise until I saw a medium-sized waterfall that was somewhat tall, maybe about the size of a one-story house, a little bigger.

I watched silently as the pouring water crashed into the small rocks below creating a pond around the area. Freshwater. I knew it wasn't probably healthy but I was thirsty so I got a handful of water and gulped it down. The cold water tickled my burning hot throat and I sighed with relief and satisfaction.

I just stared at the scene, it was so beautiful and breathe taking. I sat down on the bank of the pond that was about three feet deep or so and decided to remember the past that I had been shoving in the back of my head for as long as I have been kidnapped. I wasn't sure if my mom was dead or not, Kyle could have been lying but I think she is dead. My dad was killed right before my eyes. For the first time since the killing of my dad, I started to mourn. I refused to cry in front of Kyle about my dad so this was the perfect time.

I buried my face in my hands and started to sob deeply. I loved my dad so much and he lost his life trying to rescue me. He failed at saving me and look where I am now, somewhere where I may never be found. I wasn't extremely close to my mom because she worked a lot and took many business trips but I still loved her and wished I could feel her warm hugs again and hear her angelic voice one last time. I wish that there was something I could have done, something someone could have done to prevent this all from happening but I can't think of anyone or anything that could.

I still remember the last conversation I had with my dad before I was kidnapped. I was asking him if I could stay after school for track and we both exchanged "I love you," to each other and goodbye. I also remember the last words he said to me before he was killed, the very last words I ever heard him say. "Kelly I love you. You will not be with him forever. Someone will find you."

I bawled even harder at the repressed thought. I cried for what felt like forever until I had no tears left inside of me. I wiped and dried off my drenched face and knew that I needed to do something. I trusted my father and he said that someone would find me. I had to believe that he was right and someone is coming for me soon. I can't give up hope and I had to stay strong. I had to keep fighting with everything I had, even if I had to keep being taped up and knocked out with chloroform. I would have to die trying and fighting.

I was getting better at fighting and I get closer and closer to winning every time Kyle and I fight. My friends were safe, which also counted in my heart and gave me even more hope. I had something to fight for. Kyle was probably looking for me now so I decided that I needed to start moving along. I got up from where I had been sitting for hours and started to walk farther into the woods. I headed east, trying to find the beach to see if I could see any boats or land in the distance. And, yes, I would consider swimming to land in the distance if I had too. Even though I hated the ocean, if I could escape, I would swim as far as I could in it.

I had reached the beach and decided that Kyle would be looking inland first, hopefully. I had missed the sandy white beach compared to the woods that you had to always watch where you stepped. The beach was more open and comforting than the forest. I walked to the edge of the water, making sure not to get my feet wet, as I searched for a boat or island around. I looked as far as I could and still couldn't see anything in any direction. I had perfect eyesight so that must mean there was nothing around here. Kyle sure knew how to pick a deserted island that no one would probably even find unless they knew where to look.

My thoughts were interrupted by a voice echoing the beach, "You're not very good at hide and seek."

It was Kyle for sure, with his smart-ass remarks and his annoying voice that drove me crazy. I would never forget his voice, no matter how much I wanted too. I sighed and dropped my head down. I turned around, not even surprised to see him anymore like I used to be. He always seemed to be wherever I was and I had no idea how.

"Who said I was playing hide and seek?" I asked.

He smiled but then said, "Then why did you run away?"

"Because I didn't want to be around you. Don't seem so worried, it's not like I could go anywhere."

"How did you get out of the duct tape?" He asked.

"Are you an idiot? Anyone could get out of those. It's so simple I was actually surprised you put them on me." I said not moving when he took a step forward.

"You need to come back with me." He demanded with a stern look on his face that actually made me somewhat fearful of him.

"No, I refuse to go back with you." I emphasized you just so he got the message that I hated him and wouldn't do as he said anymore.

"You'll have you knock me out again and I don't see any rags." I added.

"But I do have this." He said as he pulled out a gun.

"Fine, go ahead and kill me. I would rather be dead than be with you." I protested, calling his bluff. He wouldn't kill me, not after everything he has done to get me.

"Who said anything about killing you?" He asked as he aimed the gun at me.

"I'm not coming with you." I exclaimed.

He took a step towards me and this time I took a step back into the water, which I hated because now I would have sand stuck to my feet. The gun did scare me but I really didn't think he would shoot me.

"Last chance, are you going to come willingly?" He asked.

"No." I calmly said, crossing my arms over my chest.

He aimed the gun and I really thought that he wouldn't do it but then I heard a loud bang echo throughout the beach. My eyes widened as my body collapsed onto the dry part of the sand. He had actually shot me! I screamed as loud as I could as pain surged through my body. Tears poured from my eyes as the pain intensified. I wasn't sure where I was hit until I looked down to see that I had been hit in my left thigh. The bullet had gone right through my leg, causing two openings for blood to ooze out of.

It felt like I was being touched with a hot frying pan, after being stabbed with a burning, hot knife several times and then after that having a thousand needles shoved into that same spot. Kyle walked over to me and tried to touch my leg but I wouldn't let him. I sat up and scooted away despite the unbearable pain in my leg. My tears clouded my vision as I stared in horror at Kyle.

"Get away from me!" I half screamed, half cried.

"Let me help you or you will die." He demanded.

I saw that in his other hand he had bandages. I was in so much pain and I didn't want to die so I let him touch my leg. I flinched at his touch because of the pain and I felt like I might pass out. I looked down at the bloody wound as Kyle bandaged it up.

The sand around me was filled with blood and I wasn't sure if I was supposed to lose that much blood. How much blood could I lose before I died? I was still in shock from Kyle actually shooting me. I looked down at my whole leg and it was covered with blood, which worried me. Once I finally stopped crying and the pain was starting to get somewhat manageable I said, "You brought bandages. You were planning on shooting me?"

"I told you that I was done being nice, and I figured that you would be too stubborn to just walk back with me. This was my only other choice." He said as he finished up the bandages.

"Why didn't you just use chloroform?" I asked as a few more tears fell down my face.

He looked up at me and said, "Well one, you can't escape anymore, and two because maybe this will show you that I'm still in charge here."

He wiped my tears from my face and said, "Don't cry, Kelly." "Really? How about I shoot you and you tell me how it feels. It really hurts like hell." I snapped, wiping away the tears from my face.

"I've been shot, remember I was a cop before." He replied.

"Now, just to make both of our lives easier, don't fight me. Or I will have to leave you here alone while I get some chloroform." He said as he came over to me to pick me up.

I winced as he picked me up. It hurt so much; I had never felt anything so painful in my life. I started to cry again, unable to control myself. I rested my head on his shoulder as I sobbed. This also allowed me not make eye contact with him. I cried almost the whole way back to the house as he carried me. I didn't like it but I definitely didn't want to be knocked out because I wouldn't let him carry me. We got to the house and he set me down on the couch in the living room. Marcus and Brooke weren't in the room so they were probably in the bedroom. Kyle leaned over and kissed my forehead.

He whispered, "I don't like being mean but you have to realize I'm in control, Sweetheart. I really do care about you and love you."

His words made me want to gag and throw up. I wouldn't use the word mean when talking about shooting someone. I would say something other than I'm sorry that I have to be mean. Shooting someone is more than mean it's unnatural and ruthless. I may even use some words like heartless, pitiless, bitter, brutal, cold-hearted, something other than just mean! He walked away and went to talk to Marcus I think. I wanted to fall asleep right away but then I heard a bizarre noise. I wasn't sure what the noise was but all I knew was that it made Marcus and Kyle darted out into the living room at the speed of light.