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Chapter Four Cont'd

The lady picked the receiver of the telephone on her desk and punched some numbers. 'Could you send a hostess from the eight 'o'clock flight to New York? Good, I'm waiting', she dropped the reciever and smiled at her guests 'Please hold on, is there any problem?'

Mrs Johnson sighed 'I hope not'.

A single knock sounded and the door opened, letting in a pale young woman. 'Good morning,' her voice was the melodious voice of a hostess, so was her smile, 'I'm told I am needed here, how may I help you?'

The lady behind the desk smiled back at her, 'Yes. This is Mr and Mrs Johnson and their children booked four seats on the flight to New York at eight thirty yesterday. Did they board this flight? I'm talking about seats E1, E2, E3, and E4'.

The hostess frowned a little, 'No, it was quite weird but it makes sense now', she looked at Mr and Mrs Johnson.

Mrs Johnson's heart skipped. The rest of what the hostess said was lost to her. Where on earth were her children? She suddenly felt like leaving. 'Let's go home John' she said tugging term husband's sleeve.

Mrs Johnson mind was filled with horrid thoughts on their way back. She tried to imagine her children just abandoned the trip and went somewhere else. That was not possible. It was unlike her kids to make a important decision without informing her or their father. She tried calling Nikita's line again. It was switched off 'shit' she muttered.

'Don't worry Kate, they are alright', her husband said seeing her change of mood.

Kate's attention was suddenly drawn to a gleaming object at roadside. She ignored it at first. Curiosity made her look back at it, 'Darling, stop the car I wanna see what that thing is' she said abruptly. Her husband rolled his eyes but stopped.

Kate got down and walked to it. She hesitated, then picked it and placed it in her open palm. It was a necklace. Her eyes widened as she scrutinized it. She pinched herself unbelieving. She could recognise the necklace anywhere. She rushed back to the car. 'We need to get to the nearest police station, now!'

Chapter Four

Back in New York, their parents were worried. They had waited all day long with no sign of their children. They called all available lines but could not get to their children. Left with no choice, they decided to take the next flight scheduled for the next day to check on their children.

Mr and Mrs Johnson arrived the next day. They rented a car and drove to the residence of their children. They saw that the house was locked. Mrs Johnson was confused. She noticed movement and turned to see her husband searching for something furiously in the suitcase he carried. She raised a brow.

'What are you doing?'

'I'm sure I have a spare key to the door in this suitcase but - oh great, here it is'. He held a single key.

She rolled her eyes and collected it.' Honey there is a security system here and it's on. There is no need to trigger an alarm. They are not home'. She raked a hand through her honey gold hair. Where could her children be?

'Let's go to the airport John', she said moving hastily to the car.

Her husband stood there,' But Kate, we are coming from the airport'.

Kate sighed exasperated. Sometimes she wondered how her husband excelled as a manager. He did excel anyway.


'We have to be sure our children got to the airport'

'Fair enough', he said.

Kate whirled, 'Fair enough? Our children are not with us and not at home and we can't reach them and all you can say is fair enough?' She stared at him incredulously.

'Don't scream at me', he replied calmly,' I'm just as nervous as you are, maybe even more nervous than that, but if you see me that way you'll collapse. So don't scream at me. I'm just trying to pull myself together for you'. He got into the car.

*
'Seats E1, E2, E3, and E4 were booked by Taylor Johnson, Bessie Johnson, Brenda Johnson, and Nikita Johnson. Sisters, I presume'. A blonde lady behind the desk at the airport said.

'Yes they are my children' Mrs Jhonson replied.

'We want to know if the seats were occupied', her husband chipped in.
'I suppose we could find out',

Interesting story, following.

Chapter Three

Half an hour later, they arrived in front of fairly large cottage. Painted brown, it was made entirely of wood. Apparently, it served as a hideout for the gang or as a containment for the victims. Whichever, Taylor couldn't tell although she had a feeling the latter was very true. The kidnappers got out of the car after the girls. Taylor stood for a second, looking nervously around her. All she saw was more trees. They were led slowly to the house while the driver took the car away.
Damning the consequences, Taylor bolted. Nikita followed on her heels. The twins did the same. It seemed like they were all thinking of it.
'Don't shoot goddamn you!', One of the boys said when another tried to raise his gun. 'Chase them!' He yelled.
They began a hot pursuit. Taylor was running like a deer. For a weird moment she imagined taking off into the air. Brenda wasn't so lucky. She tripped, falling to the ground with a thud.
'Brenda!' Bessie shrieked, running back to help. 'Are you alright?'
Bessie checked herself quickly 'I guess so, come on let's keep going. We might be able to outsmart them', she took a step and gasped, falling to a knee 'Great, I think I sprained my ankle' she groaned.
'Damn' Bessie pulled her up gently.'Lean on me. It'll be slow but we would move', They moved quickly, Brenda limping.
Taylor was still running. She felt an urge to look back and she did. What she saw made her halt suddenly, causing Nikita to crash into her.
'What the-' Nikita began but Taylor had taken off in the way they came. Nikita sighed and followed her.
They got to their sisters in time to meet the men closing in on them. Taylor stopped, fury burning in her eyes. 'What do you want from us?' She snarled.
'Nothing Impossible. Just shut up and follow us back' the first man said calmly.
'And why would we do that?' She fired.
He sighed, 'Because there is no where to run, and we are going to force you if you don't comply'.
Bessie cleared her throat,'lead the way if you will, boys', She said, cutting off Taylor's angry retort and ignoring her gasp of surprise.
The man smirked,' I believe you know the way, ladies first', he said, bowing slightly.
'If you say so'. She moved slowly supporting Brenda and leaving her dazed sisters to follow her.
The cottage was quite spacious with a large room as a sitting room. A shut door leaned into the inner part of the cottage. The girls were made to sit down and coffee was brought to them. Taylor stared at the coffee for a while and ignored it. Nikita closed her eyes and laid her head backwards on the sofa. Bessie cuddled Brenda. They were like that till evening. The men retreated through the door after collecting all their devices.
It was dark already. The four sisters had refused to eat any thing. To them, it was the most unfortunate day of their lives. They were meant to be in New York but here they were in a cottage deep in the woods, far away from their parents, laughter, and Christmas.

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you are most welcome to my mind shola #welcome to the world of reading.

Chapter Two

'You've gotta let me wear my shoes, you know I take my time when it comes to that', Bessie snorted.
'The whole world knows that, be snappy", Brenda snapped.
'Its fifteen minutes after seven girls and I don't see no reason why you gotta be picking on each other', Taylor moaned picking her bags.
'I'm done', Brenda said finally. The packed their bags, locked up the house and set off.
Benson street always appeared deserted on Sunday mornings. Unlike every other day of the week, cabs are hard to find. This was why, on this sunny morning, the sisters had to walk to the nearest bus stop to get a taxi. Then it happened.
They'd been walking for almost ten minutes without any car in sight. Taylor was beginning to feel jittery.
'This whole quietness and closed windows is starting to give me creeps' she said.
'Me too', Bessie replied.
Nikita rolled her eyes, 'come on girls, it's Sunday'.
'Tell ‘em again' Brenda said.
On and on they went, not noticing the blue space bus coming toward them. The car seemed to slow on reaching them.
'Anybody know that guy?' Nikita asked, finally noticing the car.
'Nope', Taylor answered.
The car pulled up beside them. The sideglass came down while the door to the back seats slid open.
'Get in', A yong man at the back seat said.
'Excuse me?' Taylor said confused.
She felt a hand grab her neck. She was pushed into the space van and into a seat. She heard her sisters tumble into seats too.She was too shocked to scream. Even if she did, it was no use. Nobody could hear her outside.
Taylor couldn't understand. It was hard to take in. What was she doing sitting in this old bus instead of a plane? She turned to look at Nikita. Her eyes were hard. On her left Bessie was shaking. She dreaded looking back for the fear of the men so she couldn't see Brenda.
Brenda's mind was going wild. She tried to imagine how her parents would react to their disappearance.They would be horrified, shocked, troubled, they would be - someone tapped her on the shoulder, her hand flew to her mouth and she whirled, visibly afraid.
'What's the matter pretty, you afraid of me?' The guy who tapped her asked.
Brenda shuddered. What does he want? she thought.
'You look good anyway' he added an easy smile on his face.
Brenda glowered at him and turned around before he saw her red cheeks. He couldn't be more than nineteen. How could he say that to her? Her fear soon changed to a simmering annoyance.
Taylor on the other hand was beginning to gain composure. She looked out the window, the once shining sun had dissapearead behind the clouds. There had to be something, there to be a way. They could get away from all of it. She turned her attention to the road, they were driving into the woods. Taylor tried to figure out how the road was but she couldn't. Apparently they made their way through the trees. The reality suddenly dawned on her, they had been kidnapped.
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Chapter Two

'You've gotta let me wear my shoes, you know I take my time when it comes to that', Bessie snorted.
'The whole world knows that, be snappy", Brenda snapped.
'Its fifteen minutes after seven girls and I don't see no reason why you gotta be picking on each other', Taylor moaned picking her bags.
'I'm done', Brenda said finally. The packed their bags, locked up the house and set off.
Benson street always appeared deserted on Sunday mornings. Unlike every other day of the week, cabs are hard to find. This was why, on this sunny morning, the sisters had to walk to the nearest bus stop to get a taxi. Then it happened.
They'd been walking for almost ten minutes without any car in sight. Taylor was beginning to feel jittery.
'This whole quietness and closed windows is starting to give me creeps' she said.
'Me too', Bessie replied.
Nikita rolled her eyes, 'come on girls, it's Sunday'.
'Tell ‘em again' Brenda said.
On and on they went, not noticing the blue space bus coming toward them. The car seemed to slow on reaching them.
'Anybody know that guy?' Nikita asked, finally noticing the car.
'Nope', Taylor answered.
The car pulled up beside them. The sideglass came down while the door to the back seats slid open.
'Get in', A yong man at the back seat said.
'Excuse me?' Taylor said confused.
She felt a hand grab her neck. She was pushed into the space van and into a seat. She heard her sisters tumble into seats too.She was too shocked to scream. Even if she did, it was no use. Nobody could hear her outside.
Taylor couldn't understand. It was hard to take in. What was she doing sitting in this old bus instead of a plane? She turned to look at Nikita. Her eyes were hard. On her left Bessie was shaking. She dreaded looking back for the fear of the men so she couldn't see Brenda.
Brenda's mind was going wild. They would be horrified, shocked, troubled, they would be - someone tapped her on the shoulder, her hand flew to her mouth and she whirled, visibly afraid.
'What's the matter pretty, you afraid of me?' The guy who tapped her asked.
Brenda shuddered. What does he want? she thought.
'You look good anyway' he added an easy smile on his face.
Brenda glowered at him and turned around before he saw her red cheeks. He couldn't be more than nineteen. How could he say that to her? Her fear soon changed to a simmering annoyance.
Taylor on the other hand was beginning to gain composure. She looked out the window, the once shining sun had dissapearead behind the clouds. There had to be something, there to be a way. They could get away from all of it. She turned her attention to the road, they were driving into the woods. Taylor tried to figure out how the road was but she couldn't. Apparently they made their way through the trees. The reality suddenly dawned on her, they had been kidnapped.

Chapter One

Nikita stirred sleepily. The previous day had been hectic. She had stayed up late at the club after putting the whole house in order in preparation for travels. She opened her eyes dreamily and roved them about. They fell on the clock. She sprang up from the bed and rushed out of the room, bumping into walls as she went.
'Taylor, Brenda, Bess, you guys get up from that bed, it's six o'clock and we don't wanna miss our flight', She managed to shout from downstairs.
'What', Bess drawled sleepily.
Nikita trumped upstairs frustrated, 'We'll miss our flight!' She screamed. This snapped them all from their sleep and they began an excited preparation.
The four sisters- Nikita, Taylor, Bessie and Brenda aged between seventeen and twenty two live in a house owned by their parents who reside in New York. This early Sunday morning, few days before Christmas, the girls were on their way to the airport to board a plane headed for New York City where they would spend the Christmas holiday with their parents.

Four sisters are kidnapped on their way to the airport few days to Christmas and are taken to a secluded forest. While they plan their escape, they discover something about their abductors that puts a clog in their works. What will they do? Find out in this story. #welcome to the world of reading.

Hello everyone. I'll be posting updates on my first book Kidnapped here. Comments and criticism are important and highly welcome. I hope you all enjoy it. #welcome to the world of reading.

mavin45:
I'm getting fed up with low likes and Comment.
Should i stop the story?

No please don't stop. Its a great and funny story. You are doing a good job.

Eze! You said updates are coming in the afternoon or evening the day before yesterday! Are you thinking of dropping your pen? Please don't. Or else.... Never mind. Just update pleeeeease?

Somebody tell me why this is happening to me. I literally ignored this story because I wanted to stop filling my head with romance stories and explore other things. Just one click and you've got me hooked oyin. Again. Its not fair. *crying* anyway great story. Nice work.

Eze we are waiting for you

ezeknov:
Guys i have done some changes

I believe you are using the 'stream of consciousness' narrative style. I don't think adding exclamation marks to the narrator's words is very cool. It makes the statement kind of uh.... childish. (In fact, he was an expertise druid!!) I think the exclamation marks should be used to express a speakers emotions, not the narrator. There are other ways to relay solemnity or surprise to your reader. Apart from that, awesome update. More grease to your elbow.

ezeknov:
ok i understand be expecting more ups

sure! Can't wait

I was just saying that you should let the time of knights and warlords influence pictures you imagine.

ezeknov:
Thanks for that then i think i will change the topic

don't even think of it. The title is the main reason anybody is reading it. Why should you change it? It is a befitting title!

ezeknov:
how about this current update?

if you are talking about your updates, they are great. The updates you have posted pave way for a mind blowing story. Knights and warlords don't exist - at least not in this age. You are writing a fantasy and a fantasy requires you to put the pictures in your head into explanations. Writing a fantasy means you can twist your story the way you want. Anything is possible within the limits of your fantasy so nobody should define your story. Its yours to write. Keep imagining Eze. I'm solidly behind you, waiting with baited breath for your next episode

ezeknov:
Guys pls how do i reply to a person directly on nairaland? I am new here

just click quote. It was quite confusing to me, I'm new here too. Welcome to Nairaland.

Keep up with your imaginations, writing an awesome story is not a child's play. Your story is attractive, with a catching beginning. You just need to increase your updates for hungry readers like me. �

Oyinprince:
Thanks for reaching TY, you can also share with others to read

Sure, will do

DivineSpecial:
Oyin you are the best

yeah, any other Oyin is a counterfeit

Yeah, any other Oyin is a counterfeit.

Go Henry, go henry... no wait go Carl, go Carl!... keep the ball rolling brother.

Go Henry, go henry... no wait go Carl, go Carl!... keep the ball rolling brother.

I don't see what would stop me from following this one.

Amazing. This is incredibly amazing. I've been a guest reader until you pulled me out . More power to your elbow big bro.