Taken

The Night To Forget

The wind was whipping at my loose brown curls as I strolled down the sidewalk.

It was a full moon that night, and the stars were so exquisitely glowing, I felt tears rise to the surface.

I quickly wiped off the evidence, and my feet carried me faster to Sarah's house.

We were having a sleepover, and it was 7:30pm.

She lived literally five houses down, and my dad didn't see a problem in me walking.

The winds speed increased as it pushed me away from my destination.

I bit my bottom lip in frustration and carried on annoyingly.

Every step was an effort against the unyielding blows.

A long white van swings past me, and with it's lightning speed, all I could glance was the word "MOWING" on the side.

I shrugged it off and attempted to walk again.

I heard a roar behind me, but I didn't want to look back.

I wanted to just make it to Sarah's.

I heard an engine ruffling beside me, and in a swift movement, I glanced at the object.

The van stops beside me, but I continue.

My legs finding their strength to go faster.

"Ma'am?" I hear behind me, but I ignore the low voice.

"Ma'am?" This time louder, echoing off the whole neighborhood.

I want to ignore them, but I can't help but think they just need some help with directions.

"Yes?" I say and turn on my heels.

"Do you know how to get to Walnut Ave. from here?" His voice beams off the streetlight.

As the streak of light hits his features, I can't help but stare in awe.

He's young, 20 maybe, he has emerald eyes, fuchsia lips, and his hair is tucked in a beanie.

"Yes, I do. Go down this street and take a right. After you take a right, take the next first one and keep going straight. You should hit walnut after about... I'd say 3 stoplights." I warmly smile at him, and wait for his gratitude.

"Thank you, ma'am." He smiles.

His smile tugs at my heart, but I immediately dismiss the feeling and grin back.

"You're welcome, sir." I giggle to myself and head back to my mission to Sarah's, that I almost completely forgotten about.

I expect to hear the engine roar again, but it doesn't.

In curiosity, I snap my head back at the van but find myself staring into a pair of emerald eyes.

"I'm sorry, did you need something else?" I question trying to act tough, but I can tell its not working when his dimples begin to show themselves.

"I need you to be very quiet." His voice tickles my ear, and causes my hair on the back of my neck to stand up.

With that statement I begin to let out a scream, but his large hands quickly cover my mouth.

"I told you to be quiet." He chuckles as I squirm in his grip.

With a nod of his head, two other guys pop out of the side of the van.

One had a fo-hawk of dark brown, almost black, hair.

His arms were tatted up on both, filled with unreadable words and pictures.