*Author note: sorry I have not updated in forever. I was about to a while ago but it all deleted so I decided to work on it now.
My nerves are getting the best of me. My palms are sweating, I am shaking uncontrollably, and my stomach hurts so bad that I am sure I will puke. The only thing keeping me from completely loosing my mind is the feel of my binder sitting in my lap.
I can't help but think what my father will think when he gets home, or how long it will be until the word starts spreading that I am gone. Or maybe he won't even notice I'm gone.
I feel the van jerk left and right. I hear the feel of gravel beneath the tires. I hear whispers from the front. I can't really make out what the voices are saying, but I have understood the words "money", "the girl", and "the shack". Then the van slowly comes to a stop and I hear both the driver seat and passenger seat's doors open and close.
The two don't stop whispering, but the whispering slowly growing to normal talking, to shouting.
"Ten percent," one man's voice shouts, "You promised me at least fifty"
"Well," the other man's voice says "you are going to have to deal with your ten! You will not always get what you want!"
"No man! I'd rather be caught then get only ten percent!"
"Fine," the second man says calmly. Then follows a gunshot that makes me jump so hard that I hit a shelf above me.
I begin to lose control. I start to hyperventilate, and i swallow to keep myself from crying hysterically. Keep yourself together I think. Don't show him fear.
I hear rustling outside the van and suddenly the van door opens. I take a deep breath as the man grabs my arm and orders me to walk. I walk ahead of him making sure to keep my cool.
I hear a door open and I am shoved on a cold dirt floor. The man's footsteps grow closer and he rips the duck tape off of my mouth.
"What do you want," I attempt to say in an even voice. He does not answer. I just hear the scuff of his shoes in the dirt.
"What do you want," I say a bit louder to get his attention. I feel something cold and hard poke at my chest. Don't show him fear I remind myself.
Then he finally speaks. His voice is cold and unemotional and sends shivers down my spine.
"Tell me what you know."
