Kidnapped

Avery P.O.V
"Hey Muffin" I said into my phone as I stared at the TV.
"What?" he voiced growled into the phone.
"Woah, someone just got over their nap" I teased.
"What do you want?" she growled into the phone.
"Have you seen the News?" I asked, stupidly.
"Like I'd watch TV while I'm sleeping. Great going Av" she said, sarcastically.
"Well, it seems they got that criminal you're afraid of" I said. "That Johnny dude?" she asked. "Uh huh" I replied, "It seems he was caught at the Mini Mart" I said.
"Dumbass" she said. I giggled.
"You got that right" I replied.
"Well, Mary, I mean Muffin, I better get off here, my show's about to come on" I said.
She hates to be called by her real name.
"Okay then" she said. "Bye" I said.
"Good day" she replied.
I laughed as I hung up the phone.
"Mom" I yelled. "Yes Boo?" she asked.
"I'm going for a stroll, don't wait up" I said.
"Not planning on it." she replied.
I grabbed my phone, earbuds and my pocket knife.
I slipped my pocket knife into my shoe.
Yeah, it hurts, but it's better than being attacked by someone.
I plugged in my white earbuds and played the song "Timber" by Pitbull ft Kesha.
I tried to walk in a position where my foot wouldn't hurt. It didn't work out so well.
I walked out of our house and hummed in tune of the music as I walked down the street.
I live on the bad side of London and right now, I really need some common sense.
I nodded my head to the beat of the music.
I always avoided alleys but this time I didn't notice I was in one until the song ended.
I stopped and stared around but right before I could take off running something stopped me. I tripped over my feet and fell to the ground.
My earbuds flew out of my ears and right before my phone smashed to the ground I heard "Say something, I'm giving up on you."
I tried to stand up but a hand kept me to the ground.
"People have to stop walking into alleys alone" his Irish accent echoed with a chuckle.
"Help, someone fucking help me" I yelled.
The grip on my back got tighter.
I winced. "Keep that beautiful mouth shut or I'll have to punish you" a deep British accent said. I gulped.
They kept me facing the opposite direction from their faces as they helped me up.
All of the sudden, they shoved a rag over my mouth and nose.
Oh shit, it's chloroform.
I held my breath but only for about thirty seconds.
Before you knew it, I was passed out on the concrete.

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