Kidnapped by Mr.Perfect

Chapter 3

The gunshot went off. I braced myself for death.

"Grab her."

Two men took my arms and two took my legs. I screamed and kicked and flung my self trying to get out of the grip. A hand was slapped over my mouth and then duct tape was placed on my mouth. I was thrown into the back of the van as it roared to life and plowed down the streets.

"Your not going to get away with this."

"I already have."

I screamed letting all the anger out. I started kicking the back door hoping it would open. I felt a pair of arms on my shoulder drag me back stopping me from kicking the door. I spun myself around punching the man who was holding me back.

"You will regret that."

The man climbed over the back seat placing a hand on my throat tightly stopping my breathing. He began punching me in the face. My heart started racing, my eyes began to feel heavy, my head throbbing. Black spots filled my eyes as the man was removed from me.

Gasping for breath and regaining my vision the man who nearly killed me smirked. Blake gave me a water which I took and threw at him. He looked away clearly not trying to show his anger. All attention was now turned to the police sirens that were behind us.

"They found us already."

I started banging on the back door hoping the police see. The door opened me almost falling out but holding onto one of the doors. Shotguns were being fired form inside the van at the police car. With one bullet the car was off the road and into the woods. My body shook as my grip was loosening. Blake and another man tried to grab me but failed. I did the stupidest thing and jumped. My body rolled and rolled into the ditch. I got up forgetting about the pain in my arms from the gunshot wounds.

I found a log that was big enough to hide. After what seemed like 20 minutes a swarm of shoes approached the log.

"Why don't we just leave her, what good is she for our business."

"This is personal business, and if we don't find her, we are all going down so let's stop talking and keep moving."

The feet quickly disappeared. I crawled out of log and back towards the road. I observed the van seeing the keys in the ignition and only one man guarding it. The man who tried to kill me earlier. I needed to make a distraction. Gathering up rocks I threw them all at once into the bushes. The man didn't budge he sat still eyes glues towards the woods.

The group of men, led by Blake, exited the forest citing me and pulling out their guns. I placed my hands up not knowing what to do. I slowly backed away as they slowly inched forward. I tripped over something and was soon greeted by the man in the van.

I was thrown back into the van, this time my mouth was duct taped and my hands and feet were tied together. The drive was long, bumpy, and uncomfortable. The van stopped and the back door was opened. Blake ripped the tape off quickly but it still left red burns from the attempts to get them off from earlier.

Blake grabbed me by the arm leading me up stairs. I soon notice we were at my own house.

"You have 5 minutes to gather whatever you want. Try to do anything and I'll kill your mother."

When I walked into the house my mother war passed out on the couch beer bottle in hand. I walked up the stairs and into my room.

I grabbed two suitcases opening them and emptying my closet. All my shirts and sweatshirts were stuffed in one suitcase as my short , skirts, and pants in the other. I grabbed my basketball and volleyball bag filling them with makeup, my computer, phone charger, and other miscellaneous things.

Blake grabbed a couple bags and I grabbed the rest. I took one finale look at my room. It looked completely lonely with nothing but furniture left. I did leave one thing a picture of my mom and me before my father died, it was a happy day. My mom and me just got out face painted and we were about to a ladies nights.

I placed my things in the back of the van ready to climb in. Blake grabbed me by my arm and lead me to the front of the van. I sat beside him and another guy who Blake said his name was Russell.

The van roared to life again and we were soon on our way.