Abditory [H.S]

66

Tw: abuse.

Before yall start i just wanna thank u for 60k its so crazy. The number is smexy as well considering this chap's number is 66 hehe :) love u lots <333

Luella Jones

I stand up from my desk, reading 9:00 pm on the clock beside me, finally being able to go home.

I feel my legs lose their balance when I stand up, clutching my desk as a migraine rushes from my eyes all the way to the back of my head, getting dizzy. I think I drank three cups of tea today, which is not good considering I didn't eat anything.

I recompose my body and stand straight up again, putting the palm of my hand over my forehead to steady my own head as well. It's so warm in here, my cheeks are tainted red from how warm I feel. I wanna go home but I don't wanna experience the coldness with it.

I put my jacket on after I clean my desk up, throwing my purse on my shoulder as I click the elevator button. George left to deal with something 'personal' a few hours ago, so I've just been sitting there answering calls for the past two hours. It was quite boring.

My mum decided to give me my phone back before I went to work this afternoon so that she'd have contact with me. However, she did say she's going to take it away from me every night which I'm fine with.

My dad is picking me up and I already sent him a text to remind him. It's on delivered but I'm sure he'll remember.

I walk out of the company, the cold wind hitting my nose as I cross my arms while walking towards the end of the parking lot, silence taking over around me. I can hear the wind whistling from a mile away, sounds of dogs barking nearby and a couple of cars driving in and out. No signs of my dad.

I huff as I reach over for my phone again, calling him. I wait for ten seconds before I call him again. Still refusing to answer. I decide to send him a text to say I'm outside, right before I hit send, a click of a gun behind me goes off, making me freeze with my thumb hovering over the small arrow.

I swallow as I can feel a barrel press to the back of my head, eyes widening.

"Don't do any stupid shit and keep walking." A familiar british accent speaks, making my heart beats pick up.

"Hand over your phone." They grab my phone before I have the time to even step, making me realize this is probably a robbery.

"I can give you money if that's what you want." I breathe out, knowing I don't even have a single penny on me right now.

"I don't want your fucking money. Move." They order. I begin to move slowly as I feel my legs shake with anxiousness, my entire body running cold.

"Faster." They demand and I begin to walk faster, the sounds of my boots clicking against the ground as I see the street in front of us.

"Left." I hear their voice again, making me turn left as I spot a black car. The only black car in the area for that matter.

Oh god are they kidnapping me?

I feel tears well up in my eyes at how nervous I am right now, my breathing a mess as I bite down on my lip.

"Luella, is it?" They speak as I stop in front of the trunk, my lip wobbling harshly.

I nod my head, unable to speak.

"Last name?" They ask but I have a feeling they know, it's like they're just checking.

I don't answer, shutting my eyes as hot tears run down my cold cheeks, feeling the barrel of the gun stick to my head harsher.

"Luella?" They ask again, wanting me to continue.