Gone... ( A Jason McCann Love Story;Kidnapping)

Gone... Chapter One

When I imagine my last few hours of my life, I would want to surround myself with people I truly love. Tell them that everything's going to be alright with out me, that they have made me proud to call them my family, and friends. Give them something to remember me. But right now, don't think I'm ever going to grow old with anyone. I don't want to die. Not like this. Not right now.

I lay in the back of a black van, with my arms, legs and mouth duck taped. Struggling to get free. The van hits a whole in the road and causes me to jump in the air, hitting the floorboard with a loud thud. An low, male chuckle broke the painful silence.

"Did that hurt babe," the man said.

Whoever, is driving is wearing black coat or hoodie and a black snapback. But its hard to make details between the row of seats between us. The rear view mirror gives me a peek of his dark and cold eyes focused on the road, a dark golden brown. That very look on his face makes me paralyzed in complete fear, unable to move in any way, I feel the stream of tears flow down my face. Each tear stains my cheeks with a bright red streak, stringing as it falls down.

'What is he planning to do to me? Is he going to kill me? What is he going to do to me?' All these questions are going through my mind and I don't have any answers. 'Will I live to see another morning? Or.. will I be.... Gone...'