Getting Back to Friday

Chapter 8

Kasper's POV-

   I had been awake for prhaps an hour, maybe more, rocking gently in the trunk of a car, waiting for it to come to a hault so I could get up and leave. I didn't know where I was, but all I knew was that I was trapped in a very crammed little box and had no lights. 

   Duct tape covered my mouth, which made it harder for me to practice my breathing techniques. My hands were tied tightly behind my back. It hurt when I shifted my weight or moved. I honeslty thought the flesh from my wrists was just going to fly off, it burned so bad. I got a good grip on my anxiety and tried my best to reassure myself that everything was okay, but doing something like that was hard when you were tied up in the trunk of a car.

   My cheeks were tear stained and I was almost positive that my mascara had smeared or ran down my face sloppily. How embarrasing it was to think that I looked like a total slob infront of these strangers. That was the downfall of having social anxiety amoungst others, I was constantly worried that I looked bad infront of somebody, no matter who it was. You would think that I wouldn't care about how these men thought of me, but I did. I truely did. And I hated it.

   The car gradually came to a stop over a smooth pavement road and I could feel people shifting around in the front seat. One door opened and then closed and my heart skidded around in my chest. Footsteps crept slowly towards me and I held my breath, my whole body vibrating with fear.

   The trunk door opened and I looked up, squinting in the sun that shone through the trees hanging over head. A man looked down at me for a second before reaching in and pulling the tape off of my mouth.

   "You have a good nap?" he questioned, and the voice was instantly recognized as Chandler's. He did not wait for an answer, and instead reached in and pulled me out of the trunk by my forearm. I squirmed under his grip, but he did not seem much affected by it.

   "Stop with your thrashing about, kid. I am not going to hurt you, I promise." he cooed.

   I shook myself around, trying ot break free of his death grip. "My name isn't kid, I told you that."

   Chandler laughed and I found myself being shoved to the ground harshly. I tried catching myself, but with my arms behind my back, I didn't make it far and slammed my shoulder into the clay. It wasn't a pavement road we were on, it was just a smooth dirt road in the middle of some forest somewhere.

   "I remember your name. It was Katie." he smirked.

   I spit my hair out of my face, growling. How dare he? "Kasper! It's Kasper!"

   "Well, Kasper, I would like to welcome you to your new home!" Chandler motioned his hand up to a small cabin that rested quietly a few meters away. I rolled onto my back, ignoring the piercing pain that came from my writsts, and stared at it. 

   Oh, fan-flipping-tastic. That was all I needed. A stupid cabin in the middle of nowhere.

   The other man whom I had vaguely remembered being named Carter, came up from behind me from the car and pulled me up from my hair. I thought my scalp was going to rip off and I shrieked. Chandler jumped and winced at the sight of me, I could see him in the corner of my eye, but did not dare to take another step forward. 

   "You like your new home, sweetheart? This may be the last place you will ever visit." Carter hissed into my ear, his hot breath tickling my neck.

   "Please," I cried, "Let me go. It hurts!"

   There was a deep, hoarse, and unforgiving laugh that came from behind me and I was thrown to the floor once more. I would never forget that laugh.