I don't know where I'm going, but I haven't stopped walking for almost three hours. All I have is my jacket, jeans and a shirt. I should've brought more money or at least my phone. I wish I could feel tired like a normal person. I look up and down one of the streets then turned right towards a diner. I don't have a lot of money but enough to get something to eat.
The waitress brings me a hot coffee and two small chocolates. I look down at the table sighing quietly. I miss my dad. I shouldn't have said what I said, he's been nothing but amazing to me my whole life.
He didn't have to save me, but he did. I just get so mad sometimes. I want to talk to him and say I'm sorry. God, I'm stupid. When the waitress came back with my fries and burger, someone sat across from me. I look up, hoping I would see a familiar face.
Like my dad or even be stuck in a booth with Stark.
Instead, it was someone wearing a dark shirt and thick grey jacket, "Hi Mila," I stare at him. How the hell does he know? Was he at my party? "Do you know me?" I pick up the fries in front of me and eat them as I look at him, "I've known you since you were little. I was there for your injections."
So clearly I am a very popular subject these days. First, there was the guy in the glass cell, then there were the men in the car, now this guy. Why does everyone want me so badly? I roll my eyes, "Good for you." I mock.
He chuckles, as he looks at me, "Aren't you afraid?"
"Not of you, I'm scared of butterflies," I lie. I like butterflies but I want to get a sense of this guy, does he believe me or is he going to stupidly humor me? "But no, I am not scared of you, random guy who sat down."
He smirked, picking up my fries, "We should go for a drive."
"We should not. Leave me alone, my dad will be here soon."
"No he won't, he isn't your real father, you think he cares?" I gulp. The man looked around the diner, then I felt a gun against my leg, "Get up." I glance down at the barrel of the gun, then him.
I slowly stand up, hiding the knife in my jeans as we walk towards the door. No one even. noticed nor cared that I, a young girl was being abducted by a man I didn't arrive with. I didn't even get to finish my fries. The man held onto my arm gently as he pulled me out of the building. He opened a car door and pushed me into the back seat. I pull the knife out of my jeans as I look at the man walking around to the driver's side.
Why didn't I bring my phone? I could've gone back home now. I need to go home. The man glances back at me as he started the car, it was easy to get a look at him now.
He had blonde hair, fair skin, green eyes. He was very muscular so he's not someone I would easily be able to attack. I have to be smarter when I hurt him, "My name is Mila. What's yours?"
"I know your name, Mila."
"No shit, but I think that we shouldn't be so rude now that you're my new kidnapper," I lean on the driver's seat, "Seriously what's your name?"
"Sit back or else."
"Or what?" He suddenly snapped his fist into my nose. I slammed my head back into the car seat and slumped down. I held onto my nose, watching blood pour down my face and pool into my hands. It has now occurred to me, that this isn't a joke and I will likely die in this car.
He's either going to hurt me severely or kill me. Either way, I need to hit and hurt him where I can and destroy him. I know I can.
He drove for a few minutes before slowing the car down. I didn't move. I don't think I could if I wanted to, my arms and legs weren't able to stop shaking. I've never felt fear like this before.
I saw another gentleman get into the seat. He looks back at me with an annoyed and surprised look on his face, "Is this her?" The driver nodded, "Is she dead?"
"Hopefully soon," He says as he looked back at me. They're going to kill me, "She is a bit of a smart ass so, we better make this quick."
I clutch onto the knife tighter. The car begins driving again. I laid on the chair, watching and trying to remember the drive he was taking. He's turned right twice and now left, then right. Now it's dark outside and I feel it getting colder.
What is happening to me? "I want my dad," I say aloud.
They both laughed at me. The car stopped one more time, this time, I sat up and looked around, it's so dark out here. When the first guy got out, I took out the knife and looked at the driver. The other guy disappeared into the darkness.
Do it. You have to do it to live, Mila.
I take a deep breath in before plunging the knife into the driver's neck. He choked for a moment, flailing his arms back trying to hit me. I pull out the knife watching the blood seep out of his neck and into the driver's seat. Oh my god. I just killed someone.
I gag, throwing up into my hands. I have to go. I can't do this. I get out of the car, looking around at the woods and road around me. I want to go home. Backwards, right, left then two rights.
The other guy saw me running and started to yell as he chased me. Fight them, you know you can. I turn around, stabbing the knife into his hand, then struck him in the jaw.
He didn't even flinch, he pulled the knife out of his hand and he hit me back, he wrapped an arm around my neck and forced me to his chest. I squirm around, digging my nails into his skin.
I bite down onto his arms and fling him over my shoulders as I kept running. I want my dad. I push myself to run further as I heard his boots hitting the road behind me. I felt something attach to my waist before electricity consumed my body.
