Obsessed

Chapter 34: Pressure

Cole

Toronto: July 2nd, 2021 12:09 PM

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It was such a peaceful night. I hadn't been that relaxed and happy in the entire sixteen years of my life. School was great. I was getting fair grades. My friends were loyal and we were hanging out almost daily after school. My sister and I were on good terms. Mom and Dad were happy with my success too, and thankfully, they were content with each other as well. We were a perfect family. All four of us.

That day was another basic day, but I enjoyed it. I was walking home at the moment, coming from my friend, Ash's house. I looked ahead of me, staring at the stars which looked very tiny compared to the rows of street lights. I put my hands in my black hoodie's pocket, looking down at my blue denims, tracing them down to my white Converse shoes.

I looked up again, about to stop at the bus stop. I peeked through my black bangs. I stood in front of the bus shelter as I watched the few cars drive by. I inhaled, enjoying the fresh smell of nature. It had rained an hour ago and it smelled like trees, plants and soil. It was a refreshing scent. The air was cool too, perfect for the summer. I squinted looking ahead at the shimmering roads while the lights from the headlights of various cars sparkled in the puddles. It was getting late. That bus was the last I had to take before finally being able to see my warm bed.

I technically didn't need the bus. My parents always told the driver to go out with me in my Dad's Lamborghini. However, I didn't like doing that when I went over to Ash's place. He wasn't too poor but, compared to me, he wasn't so financially stable. I hated indirectly shoving my wealth in his face like that as if I was showing off. I would never dare hurt him like that.

I yawned. Tears blurred my eyes and the lights stretched. I took my left hand out of my pocket to cover my wide open mouth.

Suddenly, a black Camaro stopped at the curb in front of me. Water from the puddle splashed onto my ankles, wetting my pure white shoes. I dropped my hand, flinching at the two masked men with sunglasses who expeditiously stepped out of the car.

"Huh–" I took my other hand out of my pocket too, taking a step back.

Suddenly, the guy with blonde slicked back hair on my left put his hand around the back of my neck, pushing me forward.

"Hey– what, what are you doing?" I tried to push myself out of his grasp, my heart stopping multiple times in the process.

"Get in the car."

"Wh-what, no–"

"Get in the fucking car." He suddenly pulled out a gun, poking its muzzle on my stomach.

I froze, looking down at the metallic weapon. He pushed me forward. I tripped, stepping on my dirty white laces, opening my left shoe. I gripped the top of the car, feeling myself ram into the vehicle. I looked over my right shoulder at the blonde person, looking at the dark skinned guy next to him.

"I said get in." He pushed my head into the car.

I looked ahead of me at another blonde haired man, his face also covered in a mask. The man behind me who had his digits in my hair poked the gun on my back. I sat inside without another word, feeling apprehensive.

What was happening? I just wanted to go home. What were they going to do to me?

My heart beat fast. My eyes scanned everything around as fast as I could. Everything was black. The windows seemed to be tinted very darkly too. I looked to my right, watching the person who shoved me into the car finally sit in too. He shut the door.