Living a Nightmare and a Dream

Chapter 3: My Kidnapping

I woke up with a pounding headache and pain all over my body. I was in a room. Everything was dark. No this place was too cramped to be a room. I was still in the trunk. I tried to move but my hands and legs were bound tight by some rope. I grimaced as my head started pounding. It felt like someone was taking a mallet and playing Whack-a-Mole with my head. All of a sudden, the car stopped, causing me to slam into the wall. I whimpered and hear a voice yell, “Shut up, slut!”

I had to get out of here. I had to get back to Jesmin. I had to get back to Sara and Jessika and even Adam. They were family to me and I wanted to just go back. I tried to just slide my hands out of the rope, but it was tied too tightly for me to even move my wrists. I took a deep breath and tried to figure out how to get noticed by someone. Oh who am I kidding? Last time I checked, it was the middle of the night, everyone was home, and I bet no one knew I was missing. Right as that thought popped in my mind, I felt a slight buzz on my ass. Then another. And another. Right. My phone is on vibrate. Maybe Sara is calling me. I was praying that it was Sara. Maybe she could help me. I strained my back and reached my arms as far back as I could to reach into my back pocket and got a hold of my phone. Smiling, I kind of chucked it over my shoulder so that it would land in front of me. Thank god for Otterbox or else I would have never done that to my iPhone. Adam’s car may have been his baby, but he ain’t got nothing on how much I love my phone. The buzzing was all the texts I had gotten from Jesmin and Sara.

“Alright phone. Hope you respond to me using my nose because my hands are a little busy at the moment.” I whispered to myself. I typed in the passcode and then went straight to contacts. Wait, what am I thinking? I clicked on the dial button and called 911. The phone rang a couple times then someone picked up.

“911 what’s your emergency?” A lady asked.

“I’ve been kidnapped. I’m in the trunk of my best friend’s boyfriend’s car. At least, I think it’s his car.” I whispered hoping that the guys wouldn’t hear me.

“Okay. Do you think you can give me a relatice location so I can figure out where you are?” She actually sounded concerned.

“I’m sorry I can’t. I was passed out. Last place I remember was outside Duke Hospital.” I was getting worried now. What if they couldn’t find me? What would happen to me?

“Okay, honey I want you to follow my directions exactly. Can you see the tail light?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Now I want you to kick it out and stick your hand out. I have units headed to your location now.” I turned and kicked the light as hard as I could several times, then it finally popped out. I turned back towards the phone, awaiting the next instruction.

“Okay I kicked out the light, but my hands are tied behind my back. I can’t stick my hand out.” She must have heard the panic in my voice because her tone was really soothing. Almost like a motherly tone. I guess she was an older woman, if she used a tone like that.

“Darling, calm down please. If you’re panicking, it’ll only make this harder. I want you to move and stick your foot out the light and keep it there.” I twisted around followed her instructions and calmed down a little. I scooted the phone back over so it was in front of me. Then, I felt the car stop and the engine cut off.

“The car stopped and the engine cut off. What now?” I felt the panic in my stomach reach my voice and my words came out as a high pitched squeal.

“Don’t hang up okay? It’s the only way we will know your location. I want you to put me on mute and hide the phone somewhere on your person.” The lady gave me my final instructions in the calmest voice in the world. I pressed the mute button and scooted the phone into my shirt. Just as I had pulled my foot back into the trunk, and hid the phone, I heard a car door slam shut. A couple second later, a bright light was shown in my face as the trunk was opened. Blinded, I couldn’t see who was picking me up, or where I was really. I knew the guy was muscular because there was no way a normal guy could toss me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. Wait a minute, I knew this guy. Overpowering cologne, super strong, and he was wearing a football jersey.