Hostage

Part 8

“Hey, girl wake up,” I was startled out of my sleep by a husky voice that scared me nearly to death I was afraid it was Alan and that he had found me

“I-I’m sorry I’ll leave.”

“Are you ok? You don’t look too good do you need something to eat?”

“Um yeah I do…”

“Come on in sweetheart.” The name sweetheart sent me into a panic I was frantically looking for Alan his voice came though when the man said sweetheart and I knew this was the beginning of the rest of my life.

“Can I call you a cab?”

“Um no I don’t have any money but thank you”

“May I ask what you’re running from?” the image of Alan’s grey eyes came into my mind making me freeze right there and stare at the donut and coffee that was placed in front of me the images of last night were playing in my head the kicking the pain that was back in my body everything that had happened in the past week and a half played through my mind. I must have been standing there quiet for too long because the man snapped in front of my face.

“I-I’m not running from anything…” Lies

“Are you sure? Because I’ve never see a girl looked so banged up and sleeping behind my dumpster without shoes and a bag of food and drink before, are you being hurt?”

I shook my head furiously averting my eyes from his gaze my multi colored socks becoming the most interesting thing ever right now.

“Miss Do you need to call the police?”

“NO!”

“I- I think I need to call the police you seem really sick Miss.” The man picked up the phone and the room started to spin, I was going to get found Alan was going to come and find me and I was going to get killed; I need to get out of here now! I turned on my heel and ran out the door and looked around till I spotted the way the road was going away from the house and began to run that way, I heard the frantic shouts of the man calling ‘Miss’ behind me but I wasn’t going to get found by Alan I couldn’t let that happen I’m getting to far to get caught now I just need to get back to the city.

I think I’ve gone in total twenty miles and I’m so tired my body hurts again I’m not as thirsty as I thought I would be maybe it was smart of me to keep the Gatorade instead of the water. I heard a car wiz past me every car that passed me I thought it was Alan and that he found me I was so scared.

It was getting late again and there was no sign of any gas station or anything around here so I settled on a little field with tall grass that would shield me from any cars that would be coming my way. I settled down in the little area and gazed at the stars and the moon until I fell asleep.

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“Sweetheart” I looked around the room looking for where the voice was coming from till my sights landed on the pair of grey eyes and spine chilling smile a cigarette hung from his lips and his eyes were cold and held no emotion. Suddenly he stepped out from the shadows and held a gun to my head. “You shouldn’t have run from me sweetheart.” Then a bang and I was dead. 

I shot up from my sleep and looked around frantically I was looking for the pair of grey eyes that are haunting my dreams (more like nightmares) but there was nothing nobody in sight it was peaceful out here under the morning sun I wanted to sit here my body hurt and I don’t think I could take much running or walking today, but I knew I had to keep going I needed to get back to the city and I was getting further and further from that horrible little house and Alan I was getting to the point where I was home free.