Darling, Don't Go

From The Beginning

The key turned in the lock as I open my front door to my cozy, little house. I set my phone and keys on the small table next to my door as normal and walked to the couch. I kicked my shoes off and laid down. My laptop was resting on the coffee table so I picked it up and logged onto Tumblr as normal. I scrolled and scrolled as the hours ticked by. Six o' clock. Seven o' clock, time to go to bed now Cadence, I tell my self just as I do most nights. I drag my lazy body off the couch and to the kitchen for a quick dinner. After a day of work and classes, I should be starving but today I wasn't hungry. I grabbed a bowl of cereal, finished it and headed up stairs.

I striped my clothes off and changed into a oversized tee and some tight snug workout shorts. I snuggled into bed trying to get some sleep. I always find it hard falling asleep but today especially. Something felt off. I rolled over to see the clock saying one thirty-four in the morning. Great. I have to be at work in four and a half hours and I've gotten no sleep. I got up to take a quick walk which usually makes me more tired. It'll help.

I walked out of my front doors towards the mail box. It was about two in the morning, as usual, when I go to check my mail. If I can't sleep I can do something else productive and I'm sure as shit not cleaning right now, so mail it is!

As I rounded the corner to the street box, I saw a shadow. It looked like a man, standing there. The person wasn't checking the mail, or at least it didn't seem as so. They weren't tying their shoes, or picking something up it seemed. I thought of all the reasons they could be there as I contemplated to keep walking or turn around. Maybe I'm just imaging things. But what if it's safer to turn. It's too late to turn now.

"You're exactly right. Turning around now would just be silly. I could easily get you now." I froze. Was I thinking out loud? Why do I do that so much? Why was I thinking about that? Run, Holland, run!

Just then I spun around back in the direction of my house. My feet hit the ground roughly and I ran faster then I ever thought I could. My bare feet bashed hard against the pavement. You can make it, you're two doors away. I came to my front yard and a set of arms griped onto me. One across my waist and one over my mouth. "Don't scream, or make any loud noises. You'll regret it later."

He yanked his hand back as my teeth came in contact with his skin. "HELP!" A sudden pain erupted in my stomach and the taste of metal rose on my mouth. "Help me." I hollered a little more faint this time, due to the now horrible pain in my lower abdomen.

"Quit." The man hushed at me as his hand slapped back over my mouth.

He pulled me up with the arm that was wrapped around my waist and lifted my feet off the ground. I whimpered out in pain. The pressure to my stomach hurt tremendously and the pain worsened as he pressed against. "I'll set you down if you promise not to run. Okay?" I nodded slightly. As soon as my feet came in contact with the cold pavement I tried to book it. Obviously, failing. His arm, still snaked around me, grasped tightly. I gave up, and his arm loosened it's grip. He yanked a hold of my wrist and pulled me along.

"Now, come with me," he demanded and I tried once again to pull lose from his death grip onto my frail wrist.

"Just let me go," I kept trying to slip loose, "Please?"

He whipped around, face to face with me. My eyes looked straight down to the floor. "Just behave, the less you struggle, the easier this whole thing will be for you." His rough finger hooked my chin and tilted my head towards him. "And look at me when I'm talking to you." And with that he turned back around and kept walking along. His long legs took large strides making it hard for my short self to keep up. I'd try to stop but he'd probably just get more mad. I wonder where he's taking me.

"I can't tell you that. Sorry, but it's confidential." My cheeks got warm as I started to blush in embarrassment; I must have been thinking out loud again.

All possible reasons as to why this was happening was running through my mind. Did I owe someone money? No. Did someone make a wrong connection and think I'm someone else? I dont know. Do they know me from my past life style? I dont think so, I cut ties so long ago. How did I end up in this situation? It's this some twisted thing where they sell me on the black market so some crazy man can harvest my organs? Gosh I hope not. I should ask question. No i shouldn't he'll get mad, stupid. This road feels like a way longer walk than normal. Why is this taking so long. Fuck I am a out to die, I need to run again.

We eventually came to the end of the empty road we were on, when a large black truck rolled up quickly then jerked to a stop. That's probably where they're going to kill me. Just then one of the back doors flew open as the man pushed me up into the vehicle from behind. I struggled back trying to get away but at this point I felt like fainting from blood loss. Maybe it's dumb for me to try to run again but I'm going to take every chance I have to run. At least if I die then, I tried not to. Unfortunatly, person in the truck tugged roughly on my arms to pull me back up and my head harshly colliding with the floor. I fought hard as everything got progressively blurrier. Finally darkness hit me, I couldn't move, and the outside world was turned off. I couldn't feel the people that were there anymore. And I didn't feel the need to fight, I was completely unaware of what was happening in this moment and no long had any form of control. My mind seemed to shut down and I was calm.