Abduction of a Teen: Part 1

By Henry Maddox

A teen while trying to unravel the mystery of his own kidnapping, stumbles upon dangerous information pertaining to his family, the family which so far never existed. The more he probes into it, the more people end up dead and now he and the killer are on the run, or are they the same?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Henry Maddox
• Release date: Oct 21, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310778193

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Abduction of a Teen

Chapter 1

Why am I brought over here, what have I done, I asked.

You tell me, the police interrogator said.

I want a lawyer.

I bet you do, the interrogator said. The problem being you won’t be getting one.

-x-x-x-x-x

I want the whole story, the police interrogator said. Tell me everything from the beginning, he said.

I had not done anything wrong, or had I?"

This is how it all started.

The summer break was just over and it was my first day in college. That’s when I set my eyes upon her.

She looked angelic as well as devilish at the same time. There was something mysterious about her. I knew she would not do me any good, but as time passed by I got more and more obsessed with her.

I walked into class and I was thrilled to see her there too. I sat on the bench just behind her.

I pulled the strand of her hair; she turned, looked pissed off at first, but then warmed up and smiled.

Hey, I am Kate, she said.

That’s a neat name, I said.

What about you, she asked.

What about me?

I mean what’s your name?

I am John.

That’s when the cunt of a professor walked in and she turned around. I was least bothered about the Prof. I couldn’t stop thinking about her face.

Days went by and the routine was repeated. I always took the seat behind her. I tried cracking jokes in class to get her attention.

Then finally I mustered the courage and asked her if I could take a