The Kidnapper

*Catherine's P.O.V.*
It felt like I've been walking for miles nonstop. The girls are going to kill me when they see the dress. It has grass stains and it's all ripped at the bottom. I don't even want to see my hair and makeup.
Suddenly, I come across a parked camper. (The picture above)
I found someone!
I'm finally safe!

I run to the door, pounding on it, but no one appears.
I slowly twist the knob, not expecting it to open, but I walk in and when I look around there was no one there. The furniture and this person's belongings look up to date.
But it's not as clean. There's t-shirts on the floor and it smells like...cologne.

I turn around, and almost smack heads with a very handsome young man, who quickly covers my mouth with his giant hand.
He had black hair, tousled and he smells like cigarettes. He wore a white shirt and long, black jeans with dock martins.

"I'm not going to hurt you."
He says with a low voice but he cracked a smile. I stayed still and he glances at my torn dress.

"I'm Colin and who are you?"
He proceeds and takes his hand away from my mouth.

"Katie.."
I lie and his eyebrow raises. I've been told that I'm a good liar

"Well...Katie..I'm sure that you wouldn't mind me, doing this..."
Colin announces my name mysteriously and the last part was held out and suddenly, he leans in and our lips collide together. His two arms wrap around my waist with my arms getting tucked under. He backs me up against the wall harshly. I can hardly move. His tongue begins to get into my mouth and I move my head away fast. I try to get out of his grip.

"Aren't you a fierce one."
He states as he pulls away a little. That had been my first kiss and it came from the lips of a stranger. There was a slight pause and he stared into my eyes dangerously, like he was going to try something.

"Don't you two look happy."
Someone says from a couple feet away in the doorway. But Colin barely moves.

"Hello Harry."
He said sounding impatient and annoyed

"Hello Catherine."
The boy sharply says with a witty tone. When I look at his face, terror makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. It was him. He kidnapped me.

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