Never Stop Fighting

Chapter 2

How I picture Axel^^but without multicolored eyes.

Mile after mile, I was taken farther and farther from my home. The place that I was raised in and all the memories of my family. My sobs died down, but the tears still ran freely. I wasn't sure they were ever going to stop.

   I was so scared and didn't know what to do.

We've been driving for at least four hours, now, making it around 7 in the morning.

The man hasn't moved or said anything, he just continued staring through the windshield, freaking me out.

"Are you hungry?" He asked, all of the sudden. I peeked just over my arms at him. It's light enough to actually see his facial features.

He has intense deep blue eyes. They were really pretty. Maybe about 22 years old. His hair is dark brown and styled into a quiff like haircut. Sharp jawline and small dimples. He has well defined muscles, telling me that I could not beat him in a fight without a weapon. Maybe a distraction?

I nodded, skeptically.

"There's a McDonald's up ahead. Is that okay?"

I nodded again. He turned the blinker on, pulling into the parking lot. To my dismay, nobody else was here besides a few workers that were inside.

He shifted into park and turned towards me. I shied away and pushed myself into the door, not happy that I had his complete attention.

"I have rules you need to follow. You will stay here. I will be watching you the entire time. If you try to catch anyone's attention, they will die. Just stay here, behave, and we will be on the road again. Okay," He stared into my eyes the whole time.

I couldn't be the cause of anybody's death. The guilt would eat me alive knowing I took away somebody's loved one, even if I didn't pull the trigger myself.

Nodding my head, I agreed to his stupid rules.

"I'll be back, Babygirl," he touched my knee, in what should have been a comforting or loving touch, when it was really anything but, and I brought my leg closer, away from his touch. He sighed, looked at me sadly that I rejected his touch, and exited the van. I'm pretty sure this is not normal kidnapper behavior. Wait. Is there even a 'normal kidnapper?'

Every kidnaper takes somebody for their own sick reason. So what is his?

Disgusting images filled my mind of what it could be. Rape? Trafficking? Ransom? Murder?  I just didn't know. I would just have to wait to find out and hope an opportunity of escape came. It was the only thing I could hope for.

I lifted my fearful eyes to the fast food place and instantly met his. He was standing to the side waiting for his number to be called. I turned and looked out the window, unable to keep looking at him.

Trying to not look too suspicious, I let my gaze wonder around the car. My eyes found the empty ignition. He took the keys and I doubt I could hotwire it. Not that I would have tried though, he was watching me like a hawk, true to his word.

I turned around and looked through the back seat. It was completely empty. Nothing that would help.

Sigh.