We have been in the van for only fifteen minutes, but we seem to be going faster than a regular car on the road. I reach into my pocket to see if my phone was still there, but like I had thought, it fell out. My skinny Jeans aren't very good at holding my phone, or anything at that. "Do any of you have a phone on you?"
"I do!" The man replied pulling out his pocket and handing it to me.
"Shit," I mumble.
"What is it Kylie?"
"There isn't any service."
I waited about an hour trying to get service on the phone by moving it around the back of the van and shaking it, not that shaking it will do anything it's not a merachka. When I do finally get service and call the police the service isn't strong enough.
"Los A- Poli- ment-"
"I have been kidnapped along with-" the line cut and the phone turned off.
"Damn it! The line is dead and so is your phone."
"Kylie? Are we going to die," Tanner asks.
"No. we'll be okay."
"Why are you lying to him," the man who handed me his phone asked.
"I'm not lying, we will make it back to our families and we will be okay, I promise. I won't let anything happen to you Tanner." I mean every word I said with every bone in my body.
