Out of Time

chapter 7 - murder

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My mind wanders to Jesse. I don't know what happened to him. I can feel my brows crease in the middle unconsciously at the dreadful thoughts filling my mind. Torture, murder, beating and even just his blood on the ground invade my head.

"What happened to Jesse?" I tentatively ask the man.

"Who?" he replies, confused.

"What do you mean who!?" I irritatedly exclaim, "you literally kidnapped him."

"Oh, him." He takes a second to think. "He doesn't suit that name. His other one was better."

"Sorry, what?" 

"He'll be more than fine," he says whilst completely ignoring my question. I can't be bothered asking again.

"How do you know that?" I ask.

"I literally kidnapped him!" he mocks back.

God damn, this guy is actually so annoying.

The man purses his lips into a thin line. Oops, I said that out loud. I need to stop doing that,

"I won't hesitate to throw you out of this car." I shrug.

"You'll be doing me a favour," I answer dryly.

That's a good thing that Jesse will be safe, though. I hope he won't be hurt because of me. 

Please be safe.

My escape plan is seriously psychotic. My hands are tied, but not my legs, which means that I have nearly complete mobility of my body. My head ached dully, but not sharply like before.

I sat up and leaned against the window. I gazed out onto the signs that line the sides of the roads.

Cleveland, Ohio - 15 miles.

"Look, I'm not going to hurt you," the man says to fill the silence. Not believing him, I leave him unanswered.

For my plan, the timing couldn't be better. Darkness would cover me, and I'm somewhat near to a city but not too close that it'll raise suspicions of the city-dwellers and my parents. I strongly suspect that they sent the man to capture us. But his recent answers give me doubt.

I tighten the zip-tie that binds my wrists the absolute tightest it will go. Then, I quietly sneak behind my captor. Quickly and noiselessly, I put my bound arms over the headrest and pull on his neck. A choked and surprised gurgle explodes out his lips. His hands leave the wheel to try and rip my hands off, but I don't give up. This was my plan.

I slightly loosen my hands subtly as to suggest that I was going to let go. The man slightly relaxes, but then I finally slam my whole body backwards, smashing my arms into his neck. . I feel something crack. Was it his or mine? A wheeze follows.

Thank the lord.

Then the car veers sharply, creating a piercing screech. The light rain made the road slippery and, with no one driving, we were obviously going to swerve off the road and finish in a ditch or something. I release my hands and attempt to open the door before we crash.

Damn, it's locked.

A timer runs down in my head.

5

I turn the lock to open it. My abductor looks at me, shocked.

4

I open the door. The man realises my plan.