Scarlett groaned as she opened her eyes. Everywhere was blurry but the minute her eyes became clearer, she looked around and stared in shock as she folded the pillow she found to her chest. She had been kidnapped.
This room looks like a boy's room. Wait! It looked familiar. There was a jersey hung on the wall and the room was painted gray. Her father's favorite color.
Scarlett heaved a sigh of relief. She was in her father's room. They must have carried her inside when she fainted. She got down from the bed and approached the jersey. Her hand roamed it and a mile curled to her face. The room was filled with memories of her father.
"I don't have a good feeling about this place."
"What do you mean? It is my grandfather's house."
"You saw what the house was surrounded with. Scarlett, if we don't get out of here now, we might be in trouble if you get figured out. Is that what you want?"
