The Running Delinquent

The Chase

I ran as hard as I could, doing anything to avoid the creeps. I jumped fences, I weaves through crowds in various ways, I even threw my twinkies and hoho's at them. But then after I threw my last twinkie, as I aimed for the face I tripped over a garbage can that had been knocked down.

The creeps then jumped on me, and made sure that I was incapable of using my hands and feet in any possible way. I struggled and struggled, but the weight of two grown men was two much. When they finally got off of me, they grabbed my arms and and put them behind me. They did learn from last time. I had no choice now but to walk forward, and hope they don't lead me to a gaping hole with poisonous spikes at the bottom.

They had me walk for only a short while, until we got to a suspicious looking van. I tried taking my time getting into the van, hoping that a few cinder blocks would fall from the sky and hit the creeps, smack in the head. Sadly nothing happened. Nothing but James hustling me into the van.

As I was sitting on the rugged upholster that smelled of tobacco and alcohol, I was thinking. I was thinking about my Mom, and how every thing would have been different if she took me with her. But instead I was stuck in two creepers van, and God knows what they are going to do to me. I thought back, why had Dad sold me in the first place? I never complained about anything, I make him meals, I took care of him, and I was his only daughter. All I know is that if I ever have a kid, they will have one good live. They will be able to live the life I never had.

At the end of the road, the creepers tied me up, wrists, ankles, and all. James had to carry me. Yuck. They took me down a few flights of stairs. I began to smell musty and damp. They took me into a bare room only with two collapsable chairs facing each other.they sat me down in one chair, and tied me to it. I had to admit, I was a little frightened of what was coming, because I knew it would not be good.