On The Run

Chapter 41.

My birthday was over. It's Sunday. Im still processing everything. I still can't believe I'm pregnant. Everything feels like it's going to fast. I got to get thru this but how. I grab the railing as I try to walk down stairs quietly.

I feel like I'm sneaking out. Its just I haven't had a moment to myself since Friday. I get to my car and just sit a minute. What should I do? Come tomorrow its all decided. I have no idea if I can handle my life all mapped out on me.

I start up my car and decide to visit my mom. I'm not sure what I'm looking for but I hope it's a sign. It takes a couple minutes to get to the cemetery. I get out and walk over to my mom. There's fresh flowers set up at her grave.

Will must have been by over the weekend. I sit down leaning against her stone. I take a deep breath. I slowly let the tears fall. I slowly let go of all the pent up pressure built with in me. I dig my hands into the grass. The grass is wet from this morning's dew.

"Mom... I don't know what to do. I messed up bad." I think how none of this would be happening if she never left me. My life has been spiralling out of control since she died. Ive been going with the flow. Now I'm facing the consequences of my indecisivenes.

"Mom.. I'm pregnant. I don't know who the father is. I will probably end up on Maury."

I let out a breath and wipe my face. I look at the time. I lay back against the cold stone that's become my mom. My eyes close as all the energy that I had left leaves me. It's been too over welming.

¡¡¿¡¡

I go to move to get more comfortable. I can't move. I go to move my arms. I realize their tied together. I go to move my legs. Omg. . I can't move. I try opening my eyes and can't see. What the fuck.

I try screaming but I'm gagged. I start throwing my body. Pushing my head against anything around me. My face scraps against something hard.

I keep struggling. I don't know how this happened but I got to get free. I keep moving. Eventually the blind fold comes off my face. Its dark in here.

I stop struggling to realize that I'm moving. I'm in someone's trunk. I've been kidnapped. Who would kidnap me? Why would anyone kidnap me?

I start moving my feet. I get my sneakers off. But my legs are still tied together. How did I sleep thru this?

I start trying to search for anything I can use to untie my hands. Their tied behind my back. I have to find something. I have to survive. All my earlier problems are forgotten as I try to find anything or something.

I find the crowbar. But I can't get my hands untied. But I keep pushing it against my hands. I have to get free. I feel my phone ring in my pocket. Oh god. How do I get it?

I start struggling more. I need to get free. I start crying as it stops vibrating. I can't handle this. I don't want to die. Someone help me please. Mommy please.

Until next time my prettys