Abduction by peaches53091, A - D
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A bduction
Here is the original verison of Abduction for
those who wanted to read it. I am not re-posting
it on my fanfiction account because I am re-
writing the story under the title 'Abducted'.
If you want to read this, have fun, but just know
that Abducted is going be written with more
detail and you’re totally going to spoil some of
the “twists” and the “mystery” and all that stuff
(assuming you’ll read the newer verison).
P.S. Edward's POV in Abductor was never
completed and will not be posted.
D isclaimer
: I don’t own any of the Twilight
characters.
C hapter O ne
Graduation was less than a week ago and I
didn’t waste a second to jump on a plane and
head to Italy. I deserved a nice, long vacation
after the four years I spent dodging the media
and the gold digging men feigning interest in
me.
My father was incredibly powerful and people
would do anything to get dirt on him and/or his
family. Everyone knew that bad publicity
increased the sell of magazines and newspapers.
I expected to be free and able to enjoy my life
when I left for college four years ago. But, no.
The paparazzi constantly hounded me. They
waited around for me to get drunk and act wild
or get involved in a sex scandal. Much to their
disappointment, none of that ever happened.
They couldn’t stand the fact that my family was
squeaky clean and we hadn't been involved in
anything illegal or frowned upon. They couldn’t
even gossip about our luxurious and
materialistic lifestyle, like with most of their
targets, because that wasn't how we lived.
Despite my father being fabulously wealthy, we
never indulged in ridiculous riches. My parents
never spoiled me. I grew up like a normal girl. I
had chores and a curfew growing up. I also had
to earn any allowance I got.
Our house wasn’t even that large. Bigger than
average, sure. But definitely not a mansion or
castle. My father had always been very
responsible with his money. Which meant that it
continued accumulating over the years. He also
donated to many charities and we spent our extra
time volunteering and helping others in need.
I wasn't saying we were saints. We didn't have
halos above our heads, but we did have money
and the ability to help others more than most
people could. So why not? We had our flaws.
Especially me. I was extremely insecure at
times, yet content with myself. It was an odd
contradiction. I knew I wasn't perfect and there
were things I didn't like about myself, but I
accepted that fact.
I had long dark brown hair, wide chocolate
brown eyes and pale skin. I was short compared
a lot of my female friends. Except for Alice. Not
that I had many friends. Most of them weren't
true friends anyway. Just girls I talked to once in
awhile. Some of them were famous and their
parents forced them to associate with me so it
appeared as though they kept good company.
Apparently it was very good to be seen with me,
especially after they’d done something stupid,
such as flashing their private parts to the
paparazzi. Once they’d been seen with me,
people assumed they were trying to get their
lives back on the right track. Or as some
hopefuls liked to think, they’d attempt turning
me into one of them. Wasn't going to happen.
Then there were the men who thought they were
sly enough to enter their way into my heart. The
men, more than I could count, tried to use me for
my money. But I’d never fallen for them.
Today I was browsing through clothes on the
rack in an Italian store with my friend and
personal advisor, Alice Brandon. I was forced to
have a personal advisor but it wasn't so bad
since the job went to my best friend. Scratch
that. Sometimes it was torture. She was addicted
to shopping and constantly demanded that I
bought enough clothes so I'd never have to wear
the same thing twice. Personally, I quite liked
my fitted t-shirts and jeans. But apparently I
needed to dress more of my age now.
Apparently being twenty-two meant comfortable
clothing was not allowed and I'd to switch to
something a bit more elegant.
Alice handed me a gorgeous strapless midnight
blue gown, and for me to admit that a dress was
gorgeous, that was a pretty damn big
compliment.
“Wow,” I said. “I actually like it.”
Alice smirked. “I knew my taste would rub off
on you eventually.”
I rolled my eyes. “Not exactly. I still despise the
past twenty dresses you threw at me.”
She waved her hand, dismissing my comment.
“Let’s pay for this and get ready. The ball starts
in less than three hours. That gives us very little
time to fix this,” she said as she eyed me with a
disapproved look on her face.
I sighed and rolled my eyes yet again. “Why do
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