Dark At It's Brightest

Chapter - 26 - How hard could it be?

Someone yanked my head back so hard I was sure that I was supposed to pass out, but for the first time – I didn't. I was sure it made the stiches on my shoulder tear apart and start bleeding again.

A hand grabbed my waist and brought my body closer to a strong chest. The person was much taller than me. I understood that it was a man. The person had no noticable extra package in the chest area, so I supposed it wasn't a woman.

I screamed, hit, bite, scraped, tried to escape in any way that I could but the man's hold on me only tightened. He threw me over his shoulder and my head hit his back. I kicked my legs but he had them in a death grip. I didn't know what to do. I pulled up his leather jacked and his shirt so that his lover back was bare. He flinched and threw me into the air few times before he found his balance and kept going forward. I noticed we were back on the road again.

Once I was back on his shoulder I reached for his shirt again and lifted it up. My nails started scraping against his lower back leaving dark, wet lines behind. He didn't do anything at first but quickened his pace. I started digging deeper until I could feel his flesh under my bitten nails.

He threw me onto the ground. I hit my back painfuly against some rocks which were on the road. My head yanked back and hit the ground hard. My eyes shut closed by the sudden wave of pain which flowed through my body.

He yanked me of the ground by my waist and pulled my back against his chest again. He pulled me back and started dragging me along the road. The heels of the boots I was wearing scrapped against the asphalt.

I tried to scream again but I knew that it wouldn't help. He didn't stop me either. No one but trees would hear me.

He dragged me along the road long enough before he pushed my body into a car and shut the door. I watched as the man walked around the car and went stand by the other car which was parked near. He glanced over at me as he pushed his hip against the car's side. Is he waiting for someone?

A realization struck me as I understood why the man had seemed so familiar before. I remembered him as the man who had delivered one of my tasks. Unlike the first time we met, he wasn't wearing anything formal. He was wearing jeans, sweatshirt and a leather jacket.

My eyes were burning with tears, my ears were ringing, my back was hurting and my shoulder was throbbing.

I was sitting in a car all by myself. The man probably wanted me dead or alive and suffering, which I already was - phizicaly and emotionaly.

Wasn't this just a delight? I could live like this happily ever after...

Only one thought ran trough my mind - get my brother away from these psyche people.

I thought of opening the car's door and running, but I shifted that thought away as quickly as I could. I was sure the guy who put me in this car had a gun and by doing that I would become an easy target. Getting shot wasn't a plan I was thinking of because that would cut off my chance to save Toby.

I looked around the car for something sharp, pointy which I could use to defend myself if I need to. It was dark so looking for something wasn't exactly an easy task. I had gone through the entire car when I found only a couple cents, a rubber band and something sticky and weird. I had allmost lost my hope of getting out of here when I glanced at the drivers seat. My eyes grew so wide that I was afraid they might fall out of their sockets.

Are they? They are... They must be...

I glanced over at the guy which was still waiting for someone. When I was sure he didn't look in my direction I climbed over to the drivers seat. I've got nothing to lose...

"How can someone be so stupid to leave the car keys in the car?" I said to myself as I turned the keys and started the car. I glanced at the mirror in front of me looking if he didn't notice me moving inside of the car.

I hadn't exactly driven a car before except a few times when my dad allowed me to sit in his lap when I was six. He was responsible for the pedals and all I had to do was turn the wheel. He allowed me to drive a few blocks around the neighborhood and that was it.

How hard could it be anyway?

I looked at the pedals under my feet trying to remember which one was for what. I thought I got it and started the car. I looked at the mirror again and the guy's face imediately shot up at the car as he heard the soft sound of the car's engine. He got up and started to jog towards the car while I pushed the gas pedal. The car started to move forvard with a painfull sound.

The guy started to run after me but he was too slow. As I looked in the mirror - his silouette became smaller and smaller.

For a moment there was hope. I actually thought I could be saved, that my brother could be saved.

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- Did you do what he said?

- Yes. You?

- Not exactly. Need a little more time.

- We don't have time, Ed.

- I know. It will be done by morning.

- It better be. You know, he doesn't like waiting...

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