What Would I Do Without You? (A Rob Gronkowski Fanfic)

Pickup Rides

Nobody said a word. I had turned my body to face the wall that nobody was sitting up against. They couldn't talk to me, but their worried eyes said everything and I couldn't stand to look at them.

Hours passed until the man came in the room again.

"Alright you fuckin slut. You need to eat." The man said bringing some crackers over to me.

I refused to take them. If he wants me to eat, then he doesn't want me dead or needs me alive. So I'm not going to eat. I'd rather be dead anyway.

"Eat them." He said throwing the crackers down in front of my face.

I didn't move. I just looked at them. I was not going to eat. No matter how hungry I was.

"Fine. They are there when you finally stop being a little bitch." He said beginning to walk out the door. "Wait. I forgot something."

After he said that I turned my head to look at him. And suddenly he threw a knife at me that landed in my calf.

I let out a scream, but the duct tape didn't allow for anything to come out.

"That's for being a whore." He said laughing and walking out of the door.

Even though I was in pain, I was almost relieved that he threw the knife. I know that may sound weird, but that is our way out of this hell hole.

I used all the strength that I had and sat up in a sitting position. I then took my hands that we tied behind my back and began to work them under my butt and over my legs to get them in the front.

After a while of working, I finally got it. I then reached to my foot and took hold of the knife that was in it. I winced by just grabbing it.

After taking a little time to mentally prepare myself, I ripped the knife out of my foot. I screamed in pain once again, but it was muffled by duct tape.

I then held the knife with my foot while I worked the rope on my hands across it trying to cut it.

After about 5 minutes I finally cut enough of the rope to rip the rest. As soon as I got the rope off my hands, I began cutting the rope on my feet.

The rope on my feet didn't take near as long to cut. When I got it off I jumped up and ran over to Rob.

I gently peeled back the duct tape and began cutting his hands. After I cut his hands, I went around to all the other guys and took off the duct tape and cut their hands while they untied their feet.

"What do we do now?" asked Dan.

"Is the door locked?" I asked.

Chris walked over to the door and slowly placed his hand on the handle. He slowly began to push down on the handle until it was all the way done. Then. He pushed.

The door opened just as slowly as Chris was pushing it.  We all walked out of the door and into the big warehouse.

We looked as quickly and as quietly as we could for a door that might possibly lead us somewhere. We opened many doors, but none of them lead to another. They all just led to large empty rooms.

"Guys! Over here!" Chris yelled.

We all turned to look at Chris who was standing next to an open door. We could see through and it just happened to be bright and green.

We all started walking through the door and ran to the forest next to the warehouse. Just as we were entering the woods, we heard a man yell.

"Hey! Get back here!" He yelled.