Kidnapped at 14... Can I Go Home Yet?

The Car Ride.

"Hey, wake up!" I was hit by something and I bolted up. You know that feeling of where am I? Well I had it...bad. I took in my surroundings while rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. My hands were duck taped together from the top of my fist to my wrists. My jeans were all wrinkled and my thin tank top was all crooked. My sleeve was down around a bruse I hadn't noticed. I was coverd in bruises from what I could see. I couldn't feel them though...yet.

Eyes widening at a steady pace, I suck in air to let out a scream when the events of the past day return to my mind like a tidle wave. "No!" Hands clamp over my mouth and I'm pulled back. Grasping the hands over my mouth with my own. Starting to whimper as the hands tighten.

"Be quiet, we're just going to talk, we clear." Not a question, a statement. Nodding he slowly released my face, I look over my shoulder into bright green eyes. They were full of focus and determination. Determination is what was held beind the ski mask. That scared me to tell the truth. "You dad is an achitech right?" His voice was the same one from the other night, "You are Ebony Lanchester?" Nod.

"Good. You look next to nothing like your father you know that, right?" Nod. "You can speak, or have you lost your voice." My eyes widen further and I scramble back, he sighed. "Well, we're changing cars, you've been out for about an hour. Took the back roads. Now if you do as we say, we won't have to hurt you," he pulled up his shirt to reveil the handle of a gun, "so, you think you can move?" I stand up wobbling like an old tree in the worlds strongest wind. I won't be able to walk very far.

He grabbed me by the arm tightly and started dragging me out the back of the van. It was really dark outside, must've been later then I thought it was when I went to get the milk. My knee's started to give out as we walked across the road to the little green car. "Guess where you get to ride." His voice was darker then the first few time I'd heard him talk, sinical.

"Backseat?" He let out a laugh that should have shook the very ground we walked on, "No, the trunk." I pulled away from him and fell flat on my butt. "Now why'd you go off and do that!" Whinning he tryed to pull me back up to my feet. I just kept putting on more preasure towards the ground. "Stand up."

"I'm not being thrown in a car trunk! I swear if you do that, I'll scream until my voice gos' out and someone with their window down will hear me and call the cops!" He looked at me without the slightest emotion in his eyes. Just sheer...nothing. "Stop it, don't look at me like that! I'm sure you'd be thinking the same thing by now if you were in the same boat."

The masked man reatched down, grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me up to my feet. He was strong, really strong. "Hey, Tom, go get the car started." I took in a racking breath and began to sob. The sobs shook my body and he threw me over his shoulder. Carrying me patatoe bag style over to the trunk, he poped it open and sighed as my sobbs began to grow deeper.

"Please, I'll stay down in the backseat, I won't do anything, I won't even let my face show out the window. Please, don't make me sit in the dark." Again he sighed and I saw his hand come up onto the top of his head out of the corner of my eye. I was too scared to move, I was a leaf in the middle of Automn. I was shakeing and sobbing and I could feel the the blood rushing through my ears. Not hear, feel, I mean actually feel.

He slammed the trunk down with one swift motion.

"Tom, I'll be sitting in the back with our new pet the whole way to the house."

"Alright, Beaver here'll take the car on over the hill and return to his home. It's just us two now. Just us to handle the girl."

"Alright, make sure he keeps his mouth shut tight, we don't want any problems."

"Can do."

The man walked over to the side of the car, pulled open the door, and tossed me down on the seat. It was surprisingly comey, you know, for a kidnappers car. Scooting way over to the window side, he sat in the seat next to me. Too close for comfort, "What do you all want." My voice was a shadow in a grave yard.  "The usual." I pressed up against the door and started for the lock. He grabbed my hands and threw them down onto my lap, kinda hard too. "Oh god, oh god. You wouldn't...would you?!" My voice was raising with panic.