Saving Lexi

Chapter 10

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I don't know why I did it, I mean, I know why. 

My friend needed my help so I leapt. I would always leap for Lydia. 

This leap happened to be into the back of some jackass's pickup truck. I flattened myself against the bottom and prayed they didn't realize I was there. 

I would call 911 and everything would be fine. Or Melvin. Melvin always got there faster than anyone, even when I didn't call him.

Fuck!  My phone was in the break room. That's what I get for trying to be unplugged and in the present moment.

If I could peak over the edge of the truck I could wave at some passing car, they would call 911, and we would be saved. If only this freak would slow down a bit. 

I lifted my head and suddenly the car swerved right, flinging me across the bed of the truck. I rolled until I hit the other side with a huge thud. The car screeched to a stop and one of the men jumped out and swung open the tailgate.

"No no no!" 

"Who are you?" Strong hands gripped my ankles and yanked me down.

"HEL-"

Then everything faded to black.

***

"Who the fuck is this one?" 

"You grabbed a random civilian? 

"I didn't! She was in the trunk already. You won't believe who she is." 

"Who the fuck is she?" 

"It's the bitch who called me Edward Cullen." 

"I thought she called you Ed Hardy?"

"That too." 

The two men snorted and began coughing to cover up their laughter.

"No, Petey, we love the shirt." 

"Enough. Who is she?"

"It's Melvin's girl." 

"Melvin Tonelli?" 

"The very same."

"Oh, this is excellent." 

"Exactly."

"We'll hit that family where it really hurts, and they'll have to give us what we want." 

***

"Don't touch me!"

"Calm down!" 

"Get off!" 

My eyelids felt heavy and burned like sandpaper when I tried to open them.

"Lyd?" My voice was hoarse. My head was pounding and I felt like I was paralyzed and couldn't get up.

"Lexi?" Lydia's frantic voice woke me up and I opened my eyes. Turns out, I was having a hard time sitting up because there was a man holding me down. He was sitting on my legs, holding my hands to my chest. I squirmed frantically, trying to move my legs out from under him, to no avail.

We were in a dim house, the windows were blocked by slats of wood, and it reeked of smoke. There were five or six men crowding the cramped living room, I was starting to feel claustrophobic. 

"Don't touch me!" Lydia screamed.

"Let go of her!" I tried to shout but it came out as a whisper.

"Relax, I'm grabbing your phone!" The man holding Lydia down yelled, turning red from the fight she was putting up. His hair was bright red, wavy, and fell over his eyes like a curtain.