Never Look Back

Chapter 12- Kaytlin

We were sitting in the back of the kidnappers truck. We could be killed at any second.

But I didn't bother thinking about that.

All I could think about was Kyle. How he had died trying to save me.

Yeah, I know he was a jerk. But when he wasn't drunk, he could be the sweetest person in the world.

And now he was dead.

Emma was being unusually quiet. She hadn't said anything for well over fifteen minutes.

As if hearing her thoughts, Emma spoke. "So... What are we going to do?"

I sighed. "Who knows? We're pretty much doomed. If we escape, he'll just go kill some innocent people."

Emma looked thoughtful, like she was planning something. Then, without a word she pulled open a panel where she fiddled with some wires. She then pulled on the handle and the trunk opened.

I stared at her in disbelief. "Where'd ya' learn how to do that?"

She smiled grimly. "I had to escape from here a few hours ago. Come on now. We can talk later. We have to go!"

"But he said if we escape he'd-"

Emma pulled me towards the door, and gestured outside. "Look Ivy, we're in the middle of nowhere! There is no one he could possibly harm here. Lets go while we still have the chance. He probably won't even notice we're gone for a few more miles. By then we'll be long gone."

"Gone where! You just said we're in the middle of nowhere." I pointed out.

"I saw an abandoned gas station about half a mile back. Besides, it beats wherever Mr. Creep's going."

I hesitated. She had a point. But right now, I didn't care much wether I lived or died. How could I face knowing all the people that had been killed because of me?

"Well?" Emma said with her arms crossed. "We don't have all day. Are we going or not?"

I noticed the fact that she said 'we'. Implying that if I wasn't going, than she wasn't.

I sighed. I didn't really wanna go, but staying in this van meant certain death, and I didn't need to add her name to the list of people that had been killed because of my decisions.

"All right." I stood up reluctantly. "Let's go."

She smiled. "Great!" Then she motioned me to stand by her at the trunk door. "On the count if three, all right? 3... 2... 1..."

And we jumped.

•*~*~*~*~*~*•

"Are we almost there? Emma complained. "I'm tired."

I rolled my eyes "This was your idea, genius." I snapped.

Normally when I made comments like that she'd shut up, but this time she didn't.

"Would you rather still be in his trunk?"

"No, I'd rather that you'd have not gotten me in to this situation in the first place!"

She looked like she was gonna cry. "Don't you think I feel bad enough already?"

I mentally groaned. Now I felt mean.

Shut up, I thought to myself, it's not your fault some psychotic guy tried to kidnap her. You were just trying to help.

It almost worked.

Almost.

We walked in silence for another fifteen minutes before we spotted the gas station in the distance.

"We're here!" Emma cheerfully yelled, seeming to have forgotten our conversation.

We jogged over to it. It was all boarded up, and looked like it could have been sitting there for centuries.

"Well, how are we supposed to get in?" I immediately regretted the sarcastic tone to my voice.

Emma didn't seem to notice it though. "Same way Mr.Creepy did it of course." She kicked a broken Open sign out of the way. "We tear the boards down."

After about fifteen minutes we managed to pry all of the boards off one of the windows. Luckily, all of the glass had fallen off ages ago, so I just boosted her up and she climbed in.

"Well? Are ya' just gonna leave me stranded down here?" I yelled.

"One second!" She yelled back. "The windows to high up! I'm looking for something to stand on. A box or a crate or- Ah ha!" She yelled in triumph. "I found something!"

A few minutes later I was up and over the window and we were sitting on the floor, sipping some juice we had found.

"Do you think he's going to find us?" Emma asked, sounding worried.

"Not a chance." I said trying to sound confident. "No one could ever find us here."

Even as I said it I wondered who I was trying to convince.

Emma, or myself.