Taken

Part 11

Cara's POV:
After he showed me the batch of weed yesterday, the guy in the red hoodie had dropped me off on the quad with drugs shoved in my pockets. I had missed my morning classes already, so I decided to walk around campus all day. I sold to about 20 people, apparently some kids had been going through withdrawal when I was gone. At the end of the day, I got picked up again by the guy in the red hoodie and he took me back to the frat and locked me in the basement again.

That morning, light flooded the room just as I woke up. I groaned when I saw the guy in the red hoodie.
"I'm gonna take the day off," I said rolling over, my back facing him. He came over and clamped onto my neck with one hand and grabbed my hair with another.
"I don't think so," he said, yanking me upright. I rubbed my neck when he let go. "You need to go out and sell double what you sold yesterday," he growled in my face.
"Are you kidding me!?" I yelled at him, "I don't even have that many customers!" He led me out the door to the basement and then out to the jeep.
"Figure it out," he said as he threw me into the backseat, "Spring break starts tomorrow and you won't be able to sell if there aren't any people on campus." I didn't respond, and I glared at the back of his head for the rest of the car ride.

We pulled up aside of the quad.
"I'll be back here at noon to restock," he said as I got out of the jeep. With that he sped off. I took a mental note of his license plate number as he drove away. Z52J331, I didn't recognize it from anywhere. He told me I should be going to my classes like usual, so I headed towards my psychology class. When I was at the door, I stopped. "Wouldn't it be less weird for me to skip than to show up after being missing for so long?" I asked myself. I turned around to leave and bumped into a guy wearing a green hoodie. I avoided eye contact and walked away, it must have been one of the frat 'spies' the guy in the red hoodie told me about.

For the rest of the day I hung around the back of the dorms, that's usually where most of the deals went down. Tons of people came up to me and bought, and I wanted to tell all of them that I was being held against my will. I didn't though, because I knew the guy in the red hoodie would find out somehow. At noon, I walked back across the quad and saw the black jeep waiting for me.
"It's about time," he said, as I came up beside the vehicle. I craned my neck and looked at the clock inside the car.
"It's only 12:03," I said, rolling my eyes. He glared at me and opened the trunk. I shoved the rest of the weed from the box into my pockets, handed him the money from earlier and then headed out again. This time, I stayed near the restaurants. I dealt back towards the dumpsters a lot too. Within a few hours, I was able to sell all of the drugs. Maybe now they would let me go since I sold it all. But when the guy came to pick me up at the end of the day, I had no such luck.