I had to follow the plan. I couldn't leave it and not now, I paced the room walking around the others still as sleep. I had to push my emotions aside and his handsome hair and my fingers getting tangled, snap out of it! This had to stop and now! It was all falling apart, I couldn't like him, it just wouldn't work. I needed to clear my head, I paced the green grass outside the sun just fully poking up. Brock was all I wanted I really wanted him back but I couldn't he was with Morgan. I lifted my head up and it none I wasn't gonna bump into someone it was too early. I put in my air pods and started to run along outside of the gates reading 'Watson park'. I didn't know where I was going, but all I knew was I was going. I was on the side of the road, cars around me. The path was long and I was jogging by my self, the road felt long, until it was worse than I thought. About 100m ahead of me a white, scratched Ute pulled over infront of me. No one hoped out so I kept running on the path picking up my pace going past them. Before I was a solid 50m away the car door swung open and a bearded man hoped out and leant against the door. I kept running, he was showing no interest of coming to get me.
"You single honey" he said finally showing his brown missing teeth.
"Um..." I said running past him. He lunged out at me and grabbed my waist. I fought and struggled, he was strong and his muscle and dirty skin rubbed against mine.
"Get off me" I yelled. It was a main road so I was sure someone was going to see me soon. But there was no cars. He opened the back car door and shoved me into it no concern for me at all. My head hit some metal or something but I was sure I was about to blank out. He shut the car door on my leg and I could tell that was going to be a major bruise tomorrow, if I live to that day. What I remeber he walked around to the other side and he had a foot in before. Before he started yelling at someone or something and I turned my head a bit to a see a guy, familiar and if I was to see him close I would know who it was. As the man kidnapping me jumped into the car and spun the key around to in the car, the handle of the car julted open and someone grabbed him out of the drivers seat and I could see him throw his fist in his face and duck a few punches him self. His hand spasmed into his face and chucked into his chest. I still didn't know who this was but he was beating up my kidnapper. My kidnapper was lying unconscious on the floor and my eyes struggled to see but I think it was aspen who grabbed me and had me lying in his arms that was what my eyes saw until i was gone. The world went blank and that's all I remember.
My parents always told me not to run by my self or to go on a walk by my self because stuff like this might happened but I never believed it. I knew it could happen but I just never thought it would happen to me, maybe that's why I would never bring someone with me. When my parents hear the news I can tell they are cursing and flipping out. My mum is super nice, she doesn't live in Brisbane anymore she and my step dad live in Latvia with some of my relatives and my mums friends. Looking back on the story it was very dumb, like I mean let's just run towards a sketchy car, and than talk to the person. When I tell my friends the story I could see them laughing there heads off but also being very concerned. It all happened so quick I couldn't keep track of them. I woke up to the sight of aspens face.
