When Diana's boyfriend of 5 years breaks up with her, she feels her life is ending. When she boards the plane and finds out a shooter is on board, she worries her life will actually end. What Diana doesn't know is that a man she gave advice to 7 yea...
Fuck, where am I? Am I at Richys house? I can't remember a single thing from the past day. All I can remember was getting shot in the airplane.
I reach my hand up to scratch my face when I realize my hands are tied behind my back and i have duck tape on my mouth. That's not good.
I do feel a wall behind me so I rise up on my feet. I start licking the duck tape while I calmly try to figure out what is happining.
I remember a quote from Will Smith that says, "Fear is not real. It is a product of thoughts you create. Do not misunderstand me. Danger is very real. But fear is a choice."
I'm not in immediate danger so I think I'm okay. I mean there could be a serial killer in here with me and I would have no idea.
I continue to work on my duck tape till I can finally breath through my mouth. I could scream right now but my bets of someone good hearing me are pretty low.
What am I doing here? Well I could have locked myself up in a room and, no that doesn't sound like me. Richy could have been a killer and I'm his next victim. Or I got kiddnapped. Either one is a valid option.
I really want these zip ties of my hands. Luckily I am flexible, so I bring my legs through my arms till my hands are tied in front of me. I then raise my hands up and bring them down hard onto my knees.
The zip tie breaks and my hands are burning. At least I'm free now. I press my hands on the wall and start moving right. Soon enough I start to feel a corner of the room. I continue scouting it out. I soon come across what feels like glass.
I bump into a large thing on my 2nd wall. I raise my hands and I lower them onto what feels like a bed. So the room has a bed. I can't be in a basement. If I am, it's a really nice basement.
I move around the bed and then bump into a dresser. I continue to feel all the walls again when a lamp turn on. I immediately turn to see who turned it on. I don't see anyone but I do see the room a lot better now.
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I see the windows first. After making sure none was in the room with me, I walk over to them. The windows overlook all of New York City. How did I not see all the lights from the city? I must have been on the complete other side of the room.
I look over to the bed and notice how comfy it looks.
Who the fuck turned on the light? I look at the lamp and try to see if it has some timer or something. I see nothing except for a normal lamp.
I look around the room for a light switch but I don't see one. Somebody definitely kidnapped me. But am I mad?
Hey, I was living in some crappy apartment, this is definitely an upgrade. I don't even care about the whole kidnapping thing at this point.
I see a cloth laying on the floor. I walk over to it hesitantly and pick it up. I immediately smell chlorophyll on it. I drop it on the floor. So that's why I can't remember anything. I was drugged.
I can't believe I let someone drug me. They must have come from behin-. That's it! I was in Richys closet getting a hoodie when I blacked out.
Yes! I'm still wearing the hoodie. I can't believe I didn't realize that until now. Honestly, Richy had a nice closet with, like, 20 hoodies. That's my kind of man right there.
So I was definitely kidnapped, I just need to figure out who it is. First off I need to get out of this room. I walk over to the door and twist it. Nothing. It looks like it locks from the outside so I'm screwed.
There are some drawers so I go try to figure out what type of kidnapper took me. I open the first drawer. Nothing. Second, nothing. Third, there is a pair of some skimpy woman's pajama in there but that's it. I hope nobody want me to wear that.
No thank you, I am perfectly happy in the guy that saved my life hoodie. Its so comfy and warm too.
I wonder if Abby is okay. We were really bonding before I spilled some of her delicious chicken on myself. That's why I had to change. We were gossiping about jobs and exes and our favorite tv shows.
I love that girl. I feel like we have so much in common. We even have the same style! I've never met anyone with the same style choices as me.
I do kinda feel like I'm replacing Liana though. No, I think she'd be glad for me finally reaching out and finding new friends.
The door opens and two big men walk towards me calmly. I decide to radiate the same energy. They are probably taking me to my death, but that's fine. Positive thoughts right?
I notice guns on both of them as one of them grabs my bicep and pulls me towards the door. This guy has a very strong grip.
The other one follows behind. Why do they need two guys? It's like they think I'm dangerous or something. That's funny actually.
They lead me down lots of different hallways till we get to a room. I scan it and see two chairs. Abby is tied up in one of them. I also see a man with a Ski mask on with a handgun watching me enter.
