The Lies I Believed

Second Location

I knew this day was going to come. It was only a matter of time before they moved me to a second location. I'd heard from countless true crime shows that all hope could be lost after being dragged to the second location. That 'place b' wasn't going to be the place where I would die. I refuse to go out like that. I'd rather be waterboarded to death.

Aaron hadn't gotten any nicer. He took his anger out on me any chance he got. I wasn't complaining, but it was getting tiring. I kept imagining Lucas walking in the door and reminding me of how much of a failure I am. I get that I hadn't been that good of a person in the past, but at least I had my dignity. All of it was lost when I shed a tear during a beating. Aaron thought he'd finally broken me and that seemed to make his day.

I can't say I'm any less worried for myself and who might be coming for me. Apparently Asher responded to Aaron's last video. I believe Aaron would do anything to get rid of me in the worst way possible. He's just that evil. Seeing that he's a man of his word, taking me to a place no one would ever find me is an option he's taking right now. If Asher is coming, he's going to need more than hope.

"And you're sure no one will be able to track us?" Aaron asked.

"Yes, sir. The guys are cleaning out everything right now. Where the other place is, there's no way they can pinpoint our exact location. It could take them months to even get one exact ping."

"Good. Who's driving?"

"Barrett."

"Nice."

I heard someone walk over to my side of the van and open the door. The heat smacked me in the face. It was the afternoon. Now if I could just see if I could hear anything familiar. A pair of headphones were shoved over my ears. I sighed in defeat. Right. They aren't going to let me see or hear anything. I'm already handcuffed to the seat. How much longer are they going to make me suffer?

At least they know what good music is. Classical isn't my thing, but it's better than listening to Kanye West for however long they're going to be driving. I guess this will help me sleep. I haven't slept a wink since Aaron started hitting me. Sad, but true. I kept thinking he was going to hit me out of my sleep. Luca did that to me once.

The ride was a little longer than I anticipated. I couldn't sleep, but my brain was urging me to close my eyes and use my imagination. The blindfold was rubbing harshly against my face whenever I moved. Honestly, a little gentleness from them would be okay. It's not like it would make me love them for being so caring.

I did end up dozing off. It wasn't the best sleep I'd had in the past couple of days, but it felt like it. I knew there was a possibility of being shaken awake, so I kept waking up every so often. The music started shifting into Beethoven, and I knew this wasn't the time to sleep. Somehow I did fall back asleep.

Suddenly, my headphones were snatched off. I felt my head fall forward, but I didn't sit up. I was a bit dazed.

"Pick her up. She probably hasn't slept in hours."

"I wouldn't either."

"What are you saying?"

"You never gave her a break, sir. No offense, but I think she's past caring about what you do anymore."

"Did I ask for your opinion?"

"It wasn't an opinion, sir."

"If it wasn't for Don Ruiz and Mr. Black, you wouldn't be here. Now shut up."

"Yes, sir."

"Pick her up. We have things to do. I'm not waiting for her to wake up."

I wasn't going to show that I was awake either. I didn't feel like walking. If you're going to kidnap someone, the least you can do is carry them. Kidnapping Etiquette 101. Someone needs to retake that class. Maybe read a book or two.