"Player's it's time to make your final bets"
You know how in movies and shows women get kidnapped by men? I think it's true for the most part at least. Let's rewind a few minutes so you know what's going on.
Walking into the gas station the dim lighting of the aisles hit me like a bus, maybe because I'm a little teensy weensy drunk. Wait what was I here for? A pretzel! The only thing I'll ever love. As I'm checking out I notice the cashier texting someone, and as their texting a car with a male and female get out but, end up leaning against the car. I just thought they were picking the cashier up. Boy how I was completely wrong. As they finish scanning my items and me paying I walk out the door not taking a notice to the head jerk the man and woman gave each other. As I began crossing the street I feel a cloth on my mouth. Chloroform. Good thing I watch crime documentaries and know it doesn't take seconds but minutes for me to feel woozy. If I want to live I have to fake it so, I go limp.
"Ha that was probably the only one that didn't struggle"
" I feel like that was too easy"
Shit.
I could feel them putting me into the back seat of the car and luckily I could feel all the turns and stops. Right, right, stop, go, stop, left, stop, right. After a while I lost track and began to doze off.
As I began to wake up, I feel my body being picked up. I hear birds and music. I feel myself being laid on the ground and I can hear a picture click.
YOU ARE READING
The One Who Lived
RomanceAs a young girl Ivy was always told to stay to herself, don't let people follow you home and most importantly, do Not get involved with the Don, the one they call" Caliber".
