Taken

Long Road

The land looked deserted and bare we had left the coastal roads now all I could see out the car window was cactus and dirt. It felt lonely and colorless. I looked up at Jason and caught him staring at me through the rearview mirror. He quickly looked away when I looked up. I turned back to the window and thought about Michael and what he was doing. I missed him so much.

Michael paced the floors on very little sleep. Barns walked into the living room.

"You should go get some sleep, Michael."

Michael looked around at all the people in my house. They were sitting around talking, drinking coffee, and eating my food. His anger couldn't be control any longer he gave Barns a harsh glare.

"Look around you and your men haven't done anything but sit around and bullshit. How am I supposed to sleep when nobody is doing anything to find her."

"I know it may look that way but it's a waiting game. If she calls again we need to be ready. I had an officer check the gas station she was at last but they had already left. If she calls again we could get another location we can have a route."

"So lets go out to where she was on the first call and wait."

"Michael, I have people out there all ready. We have no clue on one call maybe two, so we wait."

Michael stormed off into my room looking at the rampage that happened in there didn't help his rage. The bed was a mess, clothes thrown all over the floor, then he could see the rope used to tie me up. He found one of my favorite tees and held it up to his nose. The break down came he fell to his knees. This was all to much for him to bare. Thoughts of what I was going through were over whelming. He laid down closing his eyes when sleep was about to come his phone began to ring. He jumped up "Amy.."

Jason pulled into another desolate gas station. If he left his phone again I could call Michael.

I pretended to sleep as Jason looked in the back. He got out and shut the door slowly. I peaked over the side to watch him walk into the station. The phone was still laying in the passenger seat. My heart skipped beats as I dialed Michael again. I grabbed my chest as he answered.

"Michael,"

"Amy..."

" I don't have long I'm at another gas station about hundred miles outside the border of Mexico. I think that's where he is taking me. Please come get me."

I could here him yelling to others.

"Amy try and run."

"I can't he has me tied to the car. We are in a blue Honda please, Michael."

The pain of my pleading ran chills down his spine. He ran his fingers through his hair.

"I'm trying, Amy..." he could barely get the words out.

I looked up and I could see Jason coming to the car.

"I have to go..."

The line want dead.."Amy...Amy..."

I put the phone back and laid back down seconds before Jason reached the car. He paused looking in the window. All I could think is that he knew what I had done. I couldn't breathe it felt like I had a heavy rock on my chest. He started to pump the gas so I was able to relax maybe he didn't know. I prayed that I had given Michael enough to tell the police. We were so close to the border they would be there waiting for us..they had to be.

Jason pulled into a motel off the main interstate. His demeanor had changed he was angry I could feel it when had gotten back in after the gas station. I figured we would go straight through the border that night but here we sat in this shady motel. He sat in the driver's seat pondering something with his hands on his face. I started to fear for my life he knew something and I was about to pay for it. After he got out to pay for a room. He swung the door open I pushed myself to the opposite side as far as I could away from him. He grabbed my leg pulling my wrist out of socket from being tied to the door. I tried to kick at him but he pulled out his knife cut my ties lose from the door. I couldn't fight him off he wrapped his strong arms around me throwing me into the room. I began to crawl away from him. Before I could get far he was on top of me grabbing my neck. His deep voice in my ear.

"Don't think that I haven't figured out what you've done."

My stomach flopped..he did it on purpose so that I would try the phone. He wasn't stupid he was crazy. "Now you have to pay." I tried to pull away but he straddled me pulling my pants and underwear down.

I screamed.."No.."

This time was worse he entered my back side. The pain was excruciating he thrust as hard as he could to humiliate me. I could feel blood run down between my thighs. It seemed to go on forever and then with one final push he laid on me. I cried more than I have from the pain. He got up pulling his pants on and it wasn't satisfying enough he began to kick me so hard I could hear my bones crack. Over and over until he got tired. I raised my bloody hand up pleading for him to stop. After the last blow he stood over me looking at his work then walked to the bathroom. I could hear the water turn on. I laid there in a bloody mess. Death could come now I was ready there was no coming back from this moment he had ruined me. I was already dead inside it wouldn't matter if I died from this at least it would be over.

I heard the bathroom door open and I panicked when he came over to me and picked me up.

"No more please...it hurts."

"I'm going to clean you up."

He put me in a warm bath the water burned but felt good my bottom. He rubbed some soap on a wash cloth and began to wipe the blood away. I looked at him and he had a different look to him like he was almost sorry for taking it so far. The water turned red and he pulled me out wrapped me up carried me to the sink pulling out some scissors. My reflection had changed I didn't look like the same girl my eyes were red and baggy, my skin was gray, and now my hair was being chopped off.

"I'm sorry but you did this to yourself."

When he had finish he helped me into bed then laid next to me.