My Messy Life

Chapter 25

"Do you have any idea how dangerous this is, and stupid?"

"Shut up. You didn't have any better ideas and we have her back. What more do you want from me, Mike. You didn't have an ideas so I acted. I got results."

I felt groggy and I had no idea where I was. I didn't dare more and signal them in any way that I was awake again. The continued to talk more about what to do with me and I took in my surroundings. I was in the back of the van. There was carpet laid down with a blanket under my head. We weren't moving anymore and from their tone, we were hiding. Mike was more panicked than Brandon. He was just angry.

I was faced towards the back doors and I wiggled my fingers slightly so see if they were paying attention to me. When they just continued to talk, I moved my foot. They kept talking so I figured they were too caught up in what to do with me to really be paying attention.

I moved my hands closer to the sides of my chest and pushed myself towards the door a few inches. I did this a few more times and each time I moved, I'd pause in between to make sure they weren't watching me. One of my feet was finally touching the back door and I could see the lock and latch. If I was quick, I could unlock the door and open it before they  crawled back here to get me.

"I don't think we have any choice but to kill her. She's talked to the cops, her friends as well as other people about us. She's made new connections. She will be missed now. She isn't just so lonely girl we targeted."

"You don't think I don't know that. She had that guy fighting for her. I have no doubt he's out here looking for us now. We have to move." Brandon's voice was becoming more and more anxious as he and Mike spoke. That made me more anxious because he was the most abusive when angry. 

I knew I didn't have any longer. It was now or never because they were talking about leaving where we were. I sat up and lunged for the lock. I lifted it up and raised the handle. 

"Stop! Get her!" Brandon yelled but I was already out of the van. My adrenaline kicked in and I ran as fast as I could. We were at the end of some alley and I ran towards the busier street ahead of me. I could hear Mike and Brandon both following after me, yelling my name but I didn't stop. Screaming and people looking in my direction as they passed the alley, a man finally ran towards me. 

"Help me, please," I said as I ran into his arms. 

"Are you alright?" He asked me and a second later I was ripped away from him. 

"I'm sorry, sir. My sister here isn't all there." Brandon circled his finger around his temple to say I was crazy. 

"No I'm not. They kidn-" Mike placed his hands over my mouth as I spoke. I thrashed around and bit down on his hand. I wasn't going back to them. Not now or ever. My fight or flight reflexes were on overdrive and everything in me was saying to fight. 

Mike's hand dropped from my mouth and I said to the man, "They kidnapped me." Brandon reached out and backhanded me in front of the older man. 

"You leave her alone," The man said and hit Brandon in the head with the cane he was holding. Brandon stumbled back against the wall, sliding down it while holding his head. He was bleeding and I inwardly smiled. 

"Back off old man," Mike said. He tightened his grip on me and I stopped thrashing around as he moved a gun in front of us. The man stopped moving towards us, holding his hands out to say he was done. He looked at me a mixture of sorrow and horror, then turned and limped away. 

"That was so stupid of you. We have given you so much and all you do is throw it back in our faces. Back to the van now or so help me Davis, I will shoot you." His words gave me two choices; run or be shot. I wasn't going back with them.