Undercover Love

Nine

POV: Lucy

When I got in the car all I could think about was Tim and whatever mess he had got himself into. I turned on the ignition and rolled the windows down to let in some air. Just as I was about to start the car, I felt the cool metal of a gun on the back of my neck.

"Don't move, don't speak, don't think. Just listen." a man said from behind me, his tone dull and sort of bored.

I had to think fast, I had to do something. This was not going to happen again, I could not let it happen again. I searched my brain for what to do but all I could think about was Caleb and Rosalind and the barrel and Tim finding me. How will he find me again?

My mind then drifted to the ring I dropped beside where I was buried. I needed to find a way to signal Tim, to show him where I was. I just hoped that all the man wanted was to threaten me or something. I hoped he wouldn't make me drive, but just in case I dug my nail into my hand as hard as possible, causing me to wince silently at the pain.

"You're gonna drive somewhere for me, you're gonna follow my exact directions, if you don't I will shoot you. If you try and contact anyone, I will shoot you. If you do anything than annoys me, I will shoot you. Got it?" the man continued.

"Got it." I replied, trying to sound confident.

As I started driving, I could feel blood slowly drip down my hand, panicked I moved my arm to rest outside the window casually, hoping the man wouldn't care. He didn't seem to acknowledge it and if he did, he didn't care. Quickly I squeezed my hand shut, allowing blood to drop onto the street. I continued doing this until the man suddenly shouted for me to stop.

I slammed on the breaks in the middle of the road, my adrenaline high from his sudden outburst.

"Okay now I need you to crash into that pole." he demanded, his tone serious.

"What?! Are you joking?" I blurted out and he hit the back of my head with the gun.

"Shut the fuck up and do it."

Reluctantly, I started driving again, keeping my speed lower than the limit. Without thinking I thrust the steering wheel to the side, causing the car to turn and smash head first into the pole. My whole body jerked forward, causing my neck to snap backwards. The front windshield had smashed and broken pieces of glass had showered over me, causing small cuts to appear on my arms.

A ringing in my ears started and I felt groggy. I wasn't sure how long I sat there, but after some time I was lifted out the seat through the front door and carried down the street. The man hadn't seemed to be harmed in the crash, I detected no pain in the way he walked.

He carried me for what seemed to be 10 minutes when finally he dropped me onto a patch of dirt beside the sidewalk. My head was spinning from being upside down for so long so I stayed on the floor.

"Get up." the man demanded and kicked my side. I groaned in pain, my senses finally returning. Panic surged inside me and I scrambled around on the floor. My hand placed on a cool, sharp piece of glass and I winced as blood trickled down my hang again. I pushed my hand harder into the glass, making myself bleed more so hopefully someone might see the blood and call the police.

"Get the hell up." he demanded again, grabbing me by the shoulders and hauling me onto my feet. He placed the barrel of his gun to the back of my neck again, forcing me forwards into the woods.

We walked down the trail for a couple of minutes before we connected with the city again. In front of me was the back of a large apartment building.

"Keep moving." the man mumbled, pushing the gun into my neck.