Sparks of Blue

Caught

Chapter 2

Censor warning: the following will contain mentions of blood, cursing, and a kidnapping.

Dia

Heading to my destination via GPS, I walk fast having a faint feeling in my gut that something isn't right. Maybe I shouldn't have come outside today. Not like I ever want to. I walk as fast as my big flat ass can take me, peering over my shoulders feeling paranoid. I slow down and take steady breaths, "fuck I hate going outside."

After wandering around the block for about 15 minutes, I've come to the conclusion every store was closed because of the stupid power outage. I used Google to look up any nearby store open so that I didn't have to wait out in the open, the nearest and open store was the Library.

Because of my dumbass paranoia I've been having since I left my house, I've been feeling like shit. Now I probably look and smell like shit from walking around frantically.

Think positive dia!
Yeah yeah...
I practically barge into the library like a rhino, scaring the old librarian off her rocker, literally she fell.

"Omg, are you okay?" I rush to the lil old lady's side to check if she's breathing, did I just give her a heart attack! Am I murder, no I'm too young to go to prison and be someones prison wife.

'oh dear, I'm as strong as an ox, that tumble is nothing, you just shocked me is all'. Thank goodness.

"I'm glad your not hurt" I put my hand out for her to grab and help her up.

'what brings you here darlin?' she eyes me curiously. She's a cute little lady, in comfy clothes, with floral print, warm colors, and she smells like perfume.

"Everywhere else was closed except your store. I came to check out the books and hunker down until my bus arrives."

'Well welcome to Daisy's library, we don't get many customers around these parts so I'm glad to have a visitor. I'm Daisy, what's your name darlin?'

"I'm Dia, nice to meet you Daisy, you have a lovely shop." My eyes immediately scan the shelves full of books. it's cozy in here just how I like it. As I scan the shelves I find myself walking to a shelf in the back of the shop. A particular dark leather book catches my eye. I reach out for it feeling almost compelled to grab it.

The leather cover has some line designs etched into it. The lines remind me of fire, my hand gripping the leather feels warmer. (Cove designs above) There's no title on the leather cover, leaving me more curious about its contents.

I'm about to open the book when I feel a gentle touch of a small wrinkled hand on mine. I look to the side and am met with grey eyes staring at me with an emotion akin to shock or curiosity.

'Darlin, I see you've found an interesting book.' as she smiles her eyes are almost sparkling.

My eyebrows raise, "I guess so, the cover is interesting." I agree.

She smiles, ' Dia, let me check the book out for you, you have a bus to catch darlin, it was great to have met you'

I nod snapping out my trance. "sure, thank you, I wasn't even checking the time."

After she checks the book out she puts it in a brown bag and hands it to me. I stuff the bagged book Into my huge hoodies pocket.
When I'm about to leave through the door I hear her voice call out from behind me.

'Dia, listen to your gut but follow your heart, let the book guide you but remember you're in control'
I glance back confused at her, she's really poetic. I just nod and walk out. Checking the time it's 1:45 pm. Shit. I don't even remember that much time passing by.

I hate running so I walk fast. The roads are still empty, no one's in sight.
I walk as fast as I can my boots thump against the ground with each step. My breathing is getting heavy and I'm slightly sweating again great, not.

I turn the corner quick and what do you know it, the fucking bus has pulled up, fuck I need to make it there quick or they will leave my ass in the dust. So I fucking jog, I feel my fat bounce and it makes me slightly cringe as I feel weighed down. My rolls are feeling buttered up and sticky with all the sweat I'm producing like a Cow with Milk or a Bee with Honey.

I'm near the busses rear when I hear someone say, 'grab her' from behind me. The sounds faint but it makes me freak. no way they're talking about me, better not be! I don't have no quarrels with anyone except those assholes of brothers of mine. Let's just get to the bus door and get the fuck away from who ever the fuck they are.

I'm about two fucking inches away from the buss door when I'm yanked back. Two big ass hands grip my arms tightly and yank me to the side. We tumbled to the concrete floor. Ah, my head hit the floor. thank goodness for my rolls they cushioned my fall. The weight of some heavy fucker is on my back and I'm dragged off the floor in a quick swoop. this fucker is strong. I'm getting fucking manhandled by an unknown assailant.

I throw my head back and try to break free from the grip restraining me. Fuck this fucker is bigger than me. I'm starting to freak out as I kick at their ankles and tug my body around trying to throw myself around, anything to get my hands loose from the grip he now has on my arms, my hands are held behind my back. Fuck! another pair of hands grab my ankle by a masked fucker, he's wearing black on black, great another shadow ninja.

I'm being lugged into an alley a few feet away. I'm kicking, screaming, throwing my head back wildly trying to bite. I hear my assailants grunts. Either at my struggling or my weight either way hah bitch I'm not going willingly.

"Aaaaah, get the fuck off me, you fucking dickhead piece of shits!
HElP I'm Being Kidnapped!!!" I yell as loud as I can making the masked assailants cringe.

'shut her the fuck up!'
A third voice commands somewhere to my right. The voice is deep, rough, and scratchy, probably an older guy. How many are there, this is definitely planned, have they been trailing me. Fuck, what do they want?

Suddenly something strikes my forehead hard. It fucking hurts like a bitch, I'm sure im bleeding. Fuck am I going to die? I feel tears warm my eyeballs. My head pulses sharply as they continue to carry me into the dark alleyway. I start losing consciousness, my vision starts going black. They're going to sell my organs! Is the last thing I think of before I drift into the darkness of sleep.