She ran as fast as she could. The object was to get away; to ignore the pain. Why did it have to be so hard? Why did everything have to start falling apart? Answers she knew she would never get, and yet she had to ask anyway. She had to try to find them. As everyone always said, you can’t get anywhere if you don’t try.
She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she barely noticed when someone started following her. When she did it was too late. They hit her over the head with something really hard. It was small and oval, felt almost like a pan, but different material because it shattered as it made contact.
3 hours later:
What ever hit me must have been really hard because even though I heard it shatter I still didn’t remember getting in the room I was in now. I didn’t recognize it to be honest. The decorations were very feminine and the curtains, bed sheets, and rug on the floor were decorated with cherry blossoms. My favorite flower.
I started to sit up but immediately laid back down with a groan. I don’t know what they (whoever they was) hit me with but it really was hard. I had a killer headache. I looked around again as much as I could without picking my head up off the pillow and noticed that in one of the corners near the door there was a camera. A small one, in fact if it weren’t for the fact that the curtains were kind of thin and the sunlight was streaming in so bright I wouldn’t have noticed it. But there was a definite glint in the light in the corner above the door.
After a few minutes I decided to try to sit back up but did so slowly and I was surprised at what I could see in the rest of the room. There were two doors on the left side of the room. One of them led into a bathroom and was slightly ajar enough for me to see the shower curtain which also had cherry blossoms on it. The other lead into what looked like a sitting room or another bedroom.
When I had sat up completely the knob on the door started to turn and I looked at it expecting a stranger to walk in. Instead two men walked in, the first one had his hands tied behind his back and made me catch my breath when I saw his face, the other was holding the mans arms behind his back even though they were tied and a gun to his temple.
I gasped and whispered “Uncle Dan?” I started to get up to go near him. To make sure he was okay. I didn’t care about the gun. It was the least of my worries.
The man with a gun, Marc, laughed. “If you get off the bed your precious uncle will take a bullet. Is that clear?”
I nodded my head. “W..w..why are you doing this?”
“Make the site and we’ll let you and your uncle go.”
“We?”
“Me, Bartholomew, and Javier. Now do you make the site or do I shoot your uncle?”
“No, please don’t shoot him. He hasn’t done anything to you. Quite frankly neither have I. I’ll make the site as long as he can stay in here.”
He chuckled, “you aren’t exactly in the place to bargain. Maybe I should just pull the trigger now. Get it over with.”
“You pull the trigger and you’ll never get me to make that site.”
He positioned the gun a little further down on Uncle Dan’s body to his shoulder. “I didn’t say that I would kill him right away. I just said I’d pull the trigger. Now will you do it or do I hurt your uncle?”
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