Broken Guns

The road that led to him

The van smelled like death, and all I wanted was to step out of it and take in the fresh air.
I hated long drives cause it always made me nauseous and I was on the verge of puking

"hey you want some coke?"

Seriously this guy was offering me coke! i felt the van turn right and said

" please don't talk to me cause I'm about to scream out of my lungs"

" jeez I was just offering"

he said with a low chuckle and I wanted to punch the shit out of him,
how can he be in a good mood especially in this moment,
I mean is there nothing wrong with kidnapping a girl and throwing her into a black van?

"Where the fuck are you taking me?"

We've been on the road for about two hours or so and we were probably in New Jersey for all I could tell.

"We both know where I'm taking you"
Oh shit! he was a serial killer and I am about to die.

I should have known to never trust men when they were standing at your door wearing full black.

"Listen it doesn't have to be this way I mean you can let me go and I'll never say a word I .."
I was quite for a minute feeling like a coward then said

"please don't kill me"

"Could you just shut it for five minutes and stop whining"

suddenly the van came to an abrupt stop and he came around and opened the door.
He stared at me for a second and suddenly snapped out of his daydream when he said
" this is the part where you get out before I drag you"

"You wouldn't"

I said horrified out of my mind
And he gave me a tight grin that showed he would do it.

I stepped out and nearly fell when he caught me before my face hit the ground and

I felt the blood rise to my cheeks he probably thinks I'm stupid or something, he let go of me and I stood straight and cleared my throat

"where are we"

I looked around and was shocked by the view, cause I was standing in front of a mansion and surrounded by expensive cars. holy crabs I was very confused.

He started walking towards the steps that led to the house and I followed him in.

I gasped when i saw the interior, all the furniture looked very expensive and I had a feeling who ever lived here wanted a royal theme to go with this big fat house.

"This your house?" I asked the guy who got me here

"Heck no"
Suddenly I heard foots steps which came closer and closer so I turned around to be greeted by the last person on earth I would ever want to see.