“What was I thinking?!” I whispered to myself. My hands and feet were bound by thick ropes. Sitting in this van for three hours isn’t fun. “When are we getting out of here?” I yelled. This is the seventh time I have asked, but I still haven’t gotten a reply from the person in the front seat.
“WILL YOU SHUT UP?!” He screamed at me. I could tell he was getting annoyed by my constant questions.
“Not until you tell me when we are getting out!” I shouted back. I could hear the surprising attitude in my voice. I normally don’t have an attitude with anyone, but with him I didn’t care if I pissed him off or not.
“Well, if you don’t shut your mouth, I will tape it shut myself!” He threatened.
“Well, then you’re gonna have to tape it shut then!” I yelled back.
“Ugh! Do you talk to your parents like that?” He asked. Tears welled up in my eyes threatening to slip over at the thought of my parents. I miss them, and I may never see them again. The tear ran down my cheek landing on my jeans.
“Like it matters, I’m never gonna see them again.” I mumbled “You took me from them.”
“It wasn’t my decision.” He said back quietly. Almost guilty? I really must be imagining things, why would my kidnapper feel guilty for kidnapping me?
“If it wasn’t yours then who’s was it?!”I shouted. I didn’t care if I was shouting, he took everything from me, my parents, siblings, family, and friends. I will never see them again.
“I can’t tell you, I’m sorry.” He mumbled.
“Sorry?! You expect me to believe you are sorry? No, I don’t believe you are ‘sorry’. And you can tell me you just don’t want to.” I shouted, my voice getting softer towards then end of my rant.
“I’m sorry, OKAY? I’m sorry!” He screamed back. Dropping the subject, a different question came to mind.
“Can you tell me your name?” I asked.
“No.” He said, looking at the road.
“Of course not.” I mumbled leaning my head back against the car.
“What did you say?” He shouted back at me.
“I said ‘Of course not’! Since when do you care?!” I shouted.
I felt a jerk, my head was thrown back against the car and a door was slammed. The double doors next to me flew open seconds later. He yanked me out of the car, his grip hurting my harm
“Jason” He mumbled.
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