Gentle Hands

Prologue pt 2

Spencers Abduction

Spencer sighed as he gazed at the watch he wore around his wrist loosely.

"Seriously, only 12:15?" Spencer frowns.

Spencer worked 5 hours a week at Dennys laundry mat not to far from his home.

He absolutely dreaded this job, one was because it was in the dead part of the city, and two rarely anyone came expect for 2 regular customers.

There names were Steve and Clark and didn't like to talk very much.

They usually just came in to do their laundry without saying a word, and then leave.

Spencer didn't mind, he wasn't a fan of socializing with strangers, he liked to keep to himself.

He didn't go out either, he only does when he has to like when he needs to get groceries or take out the trash or work.

Other then that he preferred to stay indoors.

He liked books and art not grass and sun.

Spencer sighs, checking his watch for the gazillonth time.

He couldn't help but smile when he saw it was 12:25, time to lock up.

He checked the washers and driers, then when he saw they were all off he turned off the lights.

He set the alarm, and then stepped outside to lock the door.

Suddenly, as he turned to leave, he was grabbed by tough hands.

"HELP ME! PLEASE...SOMEONE! " He screams, thrashing and kicking as hard as he could, trying with all his might to escape from the kidnappers grip.

Suddenly a hand was over his mouth, and a gun at his temple.

Spencer shook all over, horrified he would be shot.

"I need you to shut up! Or you die right here! Got it?" His kidnappers voice spat. It was a mans voice, deep, and hoarse.

When Spencer didn't reply the man dug the gun deeper into Spencers temple causing him to whimper in pain.

Hot ,salty, tears began to spill down his cheeks and he nodded.

"Good, now, I am going to move my hand and when I do, you are to stay absolutely quiet, if you scream, or try escaping I will kill you. Got it?"

Spencer nods.

Slowly, the kidnapper pulled his filthy, gloved hand away from his mouth and Spencer, just as told, stayed absolutely silent.

He was dragged to a blue van a few feet away from them and suddenly there was a cry of protest from behind them.

"HEY! YOU! LET HIM GO! IM CALLING THE POLICE"

Bang!

Spencer yelped, the sound of the gunshot tore through his eardrums and his skull rang irritatingly.

"DAMN BASTARD GOT AWAY! " The kiddnapper yelled in complete rage.

Seconds later sirens could be heard and at that very moment, Spencer had a spark of hope that he would be saved, not a huge one but it was there.

But after that spark, after that 5 seconds of hope he was tossed in the back like a rag doll, he landed hard on something sharp and hard like a rock and it dug into his spine.

He heard the door slam shut and he felt the car jolt to life.

They pulled out of the driveway so fast that Spencer flew to the side of the car, whacking his head off the wall of the car and the impact was so hard he fell into a darkness, a deep, black soothing darkness.