CHAPTER 23 – Rachel

“Um, Mrs. Browning? When did you start kidnapping people? Are you feeling alright?” Susan Browning had indeed looked better. Her frizzy hair was particularly frizzed out, and she was muttering things to herself. “You weren’t kidnapped, Rachel,” my mom said for what had to be the hundredth time. But she was wrong. I was kidnapped. They put a freaking bag over my head and hauled me off to… wherever this was, and I couldn’t leave this room. It was crazy insane, and I really...