Breaking Barriers - S.R.

30

I knew she was going to kill me the minute she pulled into a deserted alley. She blindfolded and gagged me before pulling me from the car and shoving me forward. It wasn't until I fell against something and had my knees shoved up against my chest that I realized she was putting me in the trunk of the car. I tried to keep myself from hyperventilating. I had always been claustrophobic and this situation was bad enough already. I managed to calm myself down after a few minutes and started to beat against the trunk of the car with my fists, poorly attempting to scream for help through the makeshift gag in my mouth. After she threatened me again, I stopped.

I could feel the car come to a stop so I listened intently for any sign of where we were. There was a short rattling near the trunk where my feet were resting, and I came to the realization that she must be pumping gas, which means we have to be at a gas station. At this point, I had no idea how much time had passed or how late it was, but it sounded fairly quiet outside. Until I heard a very faint, muffled voice. It sounded like a man. I tried to rationalize in my head if it was worth it or not to make myself known again, and before I lost my chance, I started beating on the car again. At this point, I was fully expecting her to kill me anyway, so why not take the risk?

There was silence outside the car, and I had a fleeting moment of hope that the stranger outside heard me and I would be getting help. That hope was shattered and replaced with an even stronger fear the moment I heard a gunshot. Everything else seemed to happen in a blur as I was being pulled from the trunk of the car and forced into the backseat of another. I could barely hear the sound of my own cries over the heartbeat in my ears. A few seconds later, the door was pulled open again and I could feel the gag being removed from my face, followed by the blindfold.

"Phone's for you." She muttered, shoving it towards my face. "It's Spencer."

I looked at her hesitantly before speaking into the phone. "Spencer?"

"Olivia." His voice suddenly sounded like the most beautiful noise in the world. A sense of calm mixed with sadness washed over me as I realized how much I missed him, and that this could be the last time I hear his voice. I may never see him again, and I still loved him with every fiber of my being.

"Spencer, please..." I sobbed.

The phone was pulled away from me and the blindfold replaced before I could make out what he was saying to me.

~*~

I had been here a while, but I wasn't sure exactly how long. She kept the blindfold on me the entire time, so I have no idea where we are. It smells musty and appears to be dark, but it's hard to tell without being able to see properly. I'm not sure I want to see what happens if she does take the blindfold off, anyway. I can hear the distant sound of muffled talking, most likely coming from another room. It's the woman that brought me here and the man that carried me inside when we arrived. I try to stay calm and focus on anything that could possibly help if I manage to get out of this situation, but talking about kidnappings with Spencer and being the victim of one are very different.

My fear skyrocketed and all rationale went out the window when a gunshot sounded. It definitely came from inside the house. I think I heard a thud shortly after that could only have been that of a body hitting the floor, but I couldn't be sure due to the sound of my panicked breathing and thumping heartbeat in my ears.

I gripped the arms of the chair I was tied to as I try to stop my hands from shaking, but my adrenaline was still pumping full force through me so it was useless. I want to appear to be as calm and collected as possible. I know they want me to be afraid, and I am. I'm terrified. But they don't have to see it. I strain to listen to for any voices but it's useless. They obviously know Spencer, but how? Him being an FBI agent really broadens the pool of potential enemies, so it could be a number of things,really.