Kidnapped

Roadtrip

My dad would have laughed and said that I looked like a penis with ears. I would have agreed.

I couldn´t stop myself from over and over again stroke my hand over my bald head. It felt weird, really weird. Since I didn´t have a mirror I asked James if I looked as weird as it felt. "It suits you just fine", he told me with that famous almost-smile that I had grown to like so much.

I can´t really say that I was upset about it. The hair had only been annoying since I got kidnapped and it was actually a relief to not have anything in the way anymore. Besides, I didn´t really care how I looked. If being kidnapped isn´t an excuse to look bad I don´t know what is.

"Maybe I should ask them to do the same with me", James said after a couple of days and stroked his blonde hair with his hand. "It´s getting pretty long, don´t you think?"

Without thinking I reached out and gently touched his hair with my fingers. "I like it just the way it is", I said and smiled. He looked at me with a weird expression on his face and his green eyes were glowing. My heart started to beat faster in my chest as I looked in to his eyes. He raised his hand and gently touched my face and my lips with his fingers. I stoped breathing as I looked down on his lips, wondering what it would feel like to kiss them. Wait, what? Is this really happening?

Were we about to kiss? Yepp, we sure were, and that was when I totally ruined the moment by opening my big, fat mouth.

"I need to pee." 

What the fuck is wrong with me? He looked surprised at me for a moment before he started to laugh. He took away his hand from my face and smiled a kind smile. "Then I suggest you go", he said simply with an amused expression on his face.

Mortified, I walked over to the toilet, pulled down my pants and sat down. That´s when I saw it and I felt like crying. My panties where stained with blood. I had just got my period.

I didn´t know what to do and I was so embarrassed. What would I say to James? I would probably bleed all over the bed and then it would be gross to sleep in it. I wouldn´t blame him if he chose the floor. But then I changed my mind. Fuck it! It is the most natural thing in the world, I told myself. I have nothing to be embarrassed about.

So I pulled up my pants again and walked, with my chin in the air, over to the stairs and walked up towards the door. "What the fuck are you doing?" James hissed at me but I ignored him. It was none of his buisness.

I knocked on the door, hoping that someone would be standing guard on the otherside. The door opened almost straight away and I stod face to face with a man I hadn´t seen before. He was bald, quite fat and he was wearing a denim shirt. I decided to call him Denim Guy number two.

"What the fuck do you want?" he asked me and as he talked, he spit me in the face.

"I just wanted you to know that I´m on my period", I told him and watched with a smug expression as his mouth fell open. When I looked behind me I could see James standing there at the bottom of the stairs, looking very surprised. I just winked at him before I turned to face Denim Guy number two again.

"Well ...", he said, obviously grossed out. "Well, wait here and I´ll go talk to the boss. Wait here."

He closed the door in my face and I turned and walked down to James. He had his mouth open and still looked so surprised that I had to laugh at him, even though this new change of events made me nervous. "Why so shocked, Jamie?" I teased him. "I´m a woman, I bleed once a month. Is this news to you?"

He just shook his head and smiled at me. "No I just ... did not see this coming. How are you?" Once again he looked concerned and I couldn´t help but to laugh again.

"It´s not like I´ve never had my period before" I laughed. "I haven´t got any cramps yet but they should come later today or tomorrow. It´s gross and I´m afraid to sit down, otherwise I´m fine."

"What do you think they´ll do?" he asked me.

"I don´t think they´re going to do anything", I aswered him truthfully. "Why should they care? It was just funny to see his expression."

The door opened and Denim Guy was standing up there. He pointed at me. "You, come up here!"

With a last glance at James I did what he said and was surprised when he put a bag over my head and, with a firm grip on my arm, draged me away. I could hear James scream in protest before they closed the door and everything went quiet.

I could feel how they put me in a car and then they told me to lay down and keep the bag over my head. I did what they asked since I had a clear mental picture of Denim Guy´s gun in my head. The stereo was playing Lady Gaga and the one driving was singing along. I recognized Ginger Guy´s voice but was to afraid to speak. What if someone else was in the car.

Eventually he told me that I could sit up and remove the bag if I wanted to. So I did and had to blink several times before my eyes had adjusted to the sudden light. After spending about a week in a basement with only one lightbulb, the sunlight can be pretty painful.

Ginger Guy and I were alone in the car but I could se the gun sticking out of his pants so I decided to be a good girl. Besides, like I have said before, I kind of liked Ginger Guy. He reminded me of a guy I used to know in Sweden. I think he reminded of home.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked him and looked out of the window. We were on a highway, but where we were heading I had no idea.

"To buy you ... whatever it is you need, to take care of your ... female problems ..." His skin turned from pale to red as a tomato in just a few seconds and I had to roll my eyes at him.

Men are so funny when it comes to a woman´s period. He can be really manly, strong and cocky one second and then as soon as you mention the bleeding, they´re absolutely mortified and can´t seem to look you in the eyes anymore. It´s ridiculous. But I have to admit that it sometimes can be quite fun to tease them about it.

We drove for about an hour before we stoped at a supermarket in the middle of nowhere. Ginger Guy walked around and opened the car door for me, which I thought was kind of nice, until I realized that it had only been to make sure I didn´t run away.

For the first time I realized how bad I must´ve looked. I was wearing black shorts and a white T-shirt, that I had gotten a couple of day´s earlier. Everything was to big for me and the clothes were dirty and sweaty. I got a look of myself in the car door window and I gasped. I didn´t recognize the girl looking back at me. I still had cuts and bruises all over my face, shifting in colors like yellow, red and purple. I was now bald, with a short stubble of dark hair. I had big, dark circles around my dark blue eyes and I looked thinner. It was not a pretty sight.

In the store Ginger Guy held an arm over my shoulders the entire time. It wouldn´t have mattered, I was to afraid to try anything. I knew he had brought the gun with him. When we were standing in front of the tampons I looked confused at the different brands and wondered what brand I should pick.

"Just take the one you normaly use", he told me impatiantly. Well, I knew what brand I used back home in Sweden, but that didn´t do me any good in America. I looked at the different pricess and eventually picked the most expensive one. Suck on that!

After buying new underware to me, since mine were a little ... destroyed by my female problems, as Ginger Guy put it, we got in the car and headed back. He still listened to Lady Gaga and sang along for all he was worth. I rolled down the windows and put out my head, not knowing when I would be out in the fresh air again.