Kidnapped™

Chapter 5

Jasmine

It was dead silent. The air conditioning was on but I was sweating like hell. He kept his face ahead and eyes on the road but I still felt as though he was watching me.

"I bet he's so pissed off right now" I thought. Tension was the only thing I could feel being seated in this car. I moved around in my seat frequently feeling quite uncomfortable. I tried to distract myself by looking out at my surroundings. "This might be my last time seeing all this" I thought. I wondered to myself what he might do to me when we get back to his house and endless possibilities ran through my head. Tears trickled down my cheeks and I began wiping them away all at once.

Stopping at a red light he glanced at me not saying a word. He turned back closing his eyes for a bit and tensed his jaw. The light changed to green and cars from behind started honking their horns telling him to move.

"Oh kiss my ass!" He hollered taking off after he opened his eyes showing them his middle finger. I just stayed quiet there was nothing to be said anyways so that was my only option. I took my mind back to my family when I was about 10 years old.

Flashback.....

My mom had just finished making lunch and the both of us sat down waiting on the arrival of my father. One hour had passed and he never showed up. He would usually call and give a reason as to why he was late or going to be but this time was different. I was a daddy's girl, he always pampered me with the things I wanted but I was never the type to boast about the things I got or to be stuck up. As my father always said "give thanks for what you've got." It was now 2 o'clock and my mother was getting worried. She tried to call him a thousand times but he never picked up.

About 15 minutes later there was a small knock on the door. I got up and ran towards it with my mom behind me, looking out through the peephole. It was my 14 year old half brother, Trey. My father had a son before him and my mother met and I would get to see him very rarely but I loved him very much. He was crying and I opened up the door in a hurry, hugging him even though I didn't know what he was crying about.

"They shot him" he cried. I didn't know what he was talking about.

"They shot who Trey?" My mom asked as she was just as clueless as I was.

"They shot our father" he bawled. I started crying instantly into my brother's chest and my mom pulled us both inside. Her eyes were glossy and she looked as though she was holding it all in but her tears were falling anyway.

"Some people took him to St. John's hospital (made up)" he said lowly but I still heard him. All three of us got out of the house rushing to the hospital. When we arrived we went up to the counter and inquired about my father.

"Did a Trevor Lewis get signed into this hospital?" My mom asked.

"Hold on one moment" the lady behind the counter said and she turned to the computer checking the list of patients checked in.

"Yes ma'am there is you can have a seat in the waiting room. A doctor will be there soon to give you news about him."

"Thank you"

We sat there quietly for about 10 minutes when a doctor came in.

"Family of Trevor Lewis?" He asked. We instantly got up and walked towards him. He looked at all of us with saddened eyes.

"I'm sorry I have to say this but he died undergoing surgery" my mother broke down in tears and so did I my brother hugged me as he shed no tears. It looked as though his face was full of emotions. Anger, fear and sadness meshed in one. I didn't know how I was going to live after all of this.