Kidnapped

Chapter 2

"Mr. Bogers?" I gasp, a feeling of fright coming over me. I knew there was something off about him. Luke Bogers, my English teacher, is kidnapping me. To say I'm creeped out is an understatement.

"Yup," he says, popping the 'P'. Is he excited? What kind of sadistic person gets excited over this?

"What are you doing? Is this supposed to be some kidnapping thing? What the hell is going on?" I demand. The fact that I know him makes it easier for me to speak up.

I'm quickly shut down. "Shut up. You weren't told to speak!" he yells, venom dripping on his voice. I'm on the verge of crying again as I shake, holding myself. He's a completely different person. There's rage burning behind his eyes, his veins are popping, he's shaking angrily. He's so different from the man I used to see read every single day and talk softly.

He suddenly spins me around and I feel a rope being tied around my hands behind me. He then moves to my feet. I feel the duck tape tight around my feet. It hurts like hell as my ankles rub together.

"Why? Why are you doing this? What did I ever do?" I ask him, bewildered at his demanding actions.

"We had a connection. You know we did. Then you go back to that creepy kid, Jason. You knew we had something but you obviously refused to believe it. I realized I was falling for you. Hard. Fast. But, you didn't like me back. When I saw you and Jason, I was jealous. He didn't deserve to have you in his arms," he says angrily. When did this happen? All he ever does is stare at me in class. He's insane.

"This is about Jason? Because you got jealous? Couldn't you have maybe, oh I don't know, confronted me about it instead of planning to kidnap me? What the hell?" I yell at him.

I look in the rear view mirror to see the driver staring at me. He was smirking. I roll my eyes as he raises his eyebrow in a flirtatious way. I turn back to Luke as he says, "Shut up, whore." He raises his hand and slaps me in the face. I can feel the instant sting from the hit.

I want so badly to grab my cheek to try and soothe the pain, but my hands are bound. It's so frustrating. I can feel the heat rising in my cheek. The driver looks a little guilty and I wonder why. He seems to be about my age. I then wonder if this is another kid Luke kidnapped. He has ocean blue eyes. His hair is a really dark brown and it flips to the side.

I turn away from Luke and scoot away. He moves closer, snaking his arm around my waist. "Don't. Touch. Me," I growl, glaring at his hand. He makes a deep growling sound and slaps me again, causing me to tumble over. I cry out in pain, wanting so desperately to grip my cheek.

I hear the sound of the duck tape being pulled. Something suddenly covers my mouth and I roll my eyes. Like that's going to keep me quiet, I think.

"Now, shut up. You're the one that's going to listen to me," he growls, his voice dangerously low. The driver's glaring at Luke. When he catches me staring, he smirks and continues to look at the road. I sigh. I seem to be doing that a lot lately. I lean my head against the metal interior. My head bumps around, but I don't move. It's nothing compared to the panic I'm beginning to feel.

It smells like sweaty gym socks in here. Luke takes out his phone and scrolls through it. His eyes widen and he jerks me towards him. His hand rests on my ass and I whimper, scared of what he's going to do. But all he does is snatch my phone from my back pocket. He's sure to check everything else, ensuring I have nothing else on me. My eyes widen when he takes the phone and slams it against the floor of the van. The screen shatters and he continues to bang it agains the metal, harder each time. Eventually, my phone is practically in pieces.

I start to scream swear words through the duck tape and thrash around. That phone was my only hope. I'm about to move again when a rag is put on my nose. I start to feel drowsy and slightly dizzy.