A thud outside makes me jump. I run out my door.
"Dad?" I ask? My front door is knocked off it's hinges and 5 men in black suits glare at my dad.
"Where is the girl?" One demands. Claire has a smug look on her face and my dad looks hurt.
"Don't take her away from me. Not like Alorra. She did nothing wrong." He begs. The men glance at me, and start to move my way. Two grab my arms and one puts a cloth to my mouth and nose while the other two hold back my dad and Jack. Claire just grins. I struggle against their grip. One of them smacks me in the head. My eyelids flutter closed, but I can still hear people.
"Stop! She didn't do anything!" My father yells.
"Who the hell are you guys and what do you want with Tayler!?" Jack demands. I feel my body go limp. I'm paralyzed. The cloth is removed from my face and I'm held in big, bulky arms.
"I'm sorry, Sam. But you know we must do this. She's the off spring of a demon." A deep voice says. The voice seems to echo in the house.
"I'll send her back! Please! Just let me spend this last week with my daughter." My father begs, his voice cracking. I haven't heard from Jack until now.
"Last week? What the hell are you going to do to her?!"
The men seem quiet until one says,
"Take her away." My eyes snap open. Finally. I can see. Jack is struggling again the men, and my dad is shouting like a mad man. I look at Jack and he meets my eyes.
"Jack!" I shout. He looks scared. He looks angry.
"Tayler! Leave her alone!" He begs. A man hold a narrow gun-like figure to his head and a bang fills my house. I scream, as Jack falls limp to the ground, his eyes fluttering closed. My body shakes with sobs as I'm tossed in a van and driven away.
"What did you do to him!?" I demand.
"He will be fine, we just knocked him out." A man reassures me. He could be lying. Let's hope he's not. I let myself fall in the seat.
"Where are you taking me?" I whisper. The men laugh.
"No place for a little girl like you. We're taking you home, kid. We're taking you someplace dark. A place you'll probably never leave." The leader of the group grins.
"What's that place called? Hell?" I hiss. The men just chuckle, like it's not a lie.
"It's called Dark Corners."
"Oh wow. Sounds lovely. Very homey." I hiss. The men frown and hold out some shackles for my wrist and ankles. I grin wickedly.
"Awe, for me? You shouldn't have." I smile. Pain explodes in my head as one of them smacks me with the hard metal, leaving me dazed while they put me in the shackles.
"You won't survive here with that attitude, kid. I wouldn't be so cocky."