Mr. Gang Leader And Me

3: Held Back

As I walked towards the streets, passing shops, I somehow ended up in an empty street. I frowned and continued walking. As I was walking, a car pulled up beside me. It was a black car with tinted windows so I couldn't see who was inside.

I continued walking through fear, as I heard the car door being shut. I started to walk faster and didn't look behind. As I heard footsteps coming closer and closer to me I started to feel panicked.

A few seconds later, a hand clamped my mouth, from keeping me from screaming. I squirmed against the person and tried to get away. At one point he let me go because I managed to get out of his grasp, but as I was starting to sprint, the person's hand clamped over my mouth again and my screams were coming out muffled.

I couldn't really see who the person was. In the next few seconds I was pushed in a car and somehow my hands were tied and I had duct tape over my mouth.

Then, everything went black.

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When my eyes opened, I was in a room. White walls, sun coming in through the windows, singing brightly, blinding my eyes, white see through curtains covering the edges of the large windows, that led to a balcony. When I sat up, I realized I was on a bed.

This is not my room.

I panicked then remembered that I was kidnapped. I looked around to see the door closed. I got off the bed and walked towards the door, I fiddled with the doorknob to get it open but it won't work.

I groaned in frustration then walked towards the windows. I banged them to see of they were hard or not. They were pretty thick windows and would be hard to break. I looked around the large windows to see if there was anything that I could open the window with. There was nothing there. I looked over the balcony, there was the front yard, that stretched out pretty far, how big is this house? When I looked again, I saw cars, many cars.

As I walked around the room in fear, I realized that I had my phone with me. Thank God.

I took my phone out and checked if it was charged or not. 49%. Perfect. Who to call first? If I call my mother then it's not like she would be here within a few minutes, but if I call the cops, they would obviously get here.

I dialed triple 000 (that's the number we call in Australia, not 911). The phone started ringing.

First ring. No answer.

Second ring. No answer....

Then the third ring went off and the second they picked up, someone burst in through the door. My eyes widened as I saw Jett standing there, with his eyes widened too. He immediately came towards me as I walked back and wanted to talk and say something to the cops but nothing was coming out.

God help me.

My back quickly hit the wall and Jett snatched the phone off me and checked to see who I was calling. Then he instantly cut the call. My eyes threatened to spill the tears that were starting to form, but I blinked them away.

Jett threw my phone on the bed and looked at me, "What the fuck do you thing you're doing?" He yelled at me. I couldn't take it anymore and my tears started to come down, slowly falling down my face.

I have to get out of here. I need to get out of here.

Those were the only thoughts running through my head right now.