Revenge

Chapter 1: Unwilling

Chapter 1: Unwilling

I turn into the alleyway behind Pants 'O' Fun, which is a strip club my dad used to go to. Its midnight, a Saturday, and I left my fathers place. He was going on and on about how useless and defenceless I was. Like seriously? I'm plenty useful, at least that's what I keep telling myself.

I'm heading to my friend Ashley's, she's really annoying, yes, but I need somewhere to go. My backpack slaps against my back -which contains my cellphone, a flashlight, some bills, hair ties, and a picture of me and my mother. She died last year in a car crash.- against my back along with my black hair, which is tied into a ponytail. I am wearing a tight, leather jacket, skinny jeans, with a neat belt I had gotten last Christmas, and my black Burberry heels which tie the whole outfit together. My wool scarf, that is wrapped tightly around my neck, is so itchy.

Alleyways scare the shit out of me, but it is a short cut. I'm all for short cuts, unless they involve snakes, ew! I hate snakes.

When I make it halfway through the long alley, I freeze suddenly, the pace in my heart greatly excelerating. I see a dark figure standing to my left, and another standing to my right, just staring at me. I spin on my heel, and attempt to run, but I feel a hand clutch tightly around my elbow. I try screaming but another hand presses against my mouth, silencing my shout of terror. A disturbing smell of cigarette smoke fills my lungs. I try screaming again but my head abruptly slams onto a black vehicle that I hadn't noticed was there before. The hand releases my mouth before I hit the car.

"It's okay, sweetie," a voice croaks from behind me, making him sound like he's been smoking his whole life. I fall to my hands and knees and inhale and exhale roughly, my throat feeling like sandpaper. My face tingles with pain. I feel a slight itch on my head and realize someone's hand is sliding along my scalp. I try to spin around and face the man, but he clenches tightly around a clump of my hair and drags me to the back of the car. The trunk pops open, obviously from the other man, and I'm lifted off my feet.

"Help me!" I scream out into the midnight air. I then feel my body slam into the trunk, drowning me in an ocean of darkness.

*.*.*

I wake to the sound of loud music blasting through speakers. I start singing along, it is my favourite Katy Perry song. I stop singing immediately. You know how it is, when you wake up in a strange place and wonder where in the hell you are, then a memory comes crashing over you like a wave on a stormy day.

I am being kidnapped! I am in a trunk!

I feel my eyes prickle with tears as the panick begins to set in. I see a bright, red, shining emergency latch above my head. I pull on it angrily, but it doesn't budge. I scream at the top of my lungs, but the loud music drowns out my blood curdling screams.

I feel my backpack wedged in the small of my back, underneath me. I lift myself so my stomach is pressed against the opening of the trunk, and I take out my backpack, falling back onto my back. I rip open my backpack and feel around, furiously. I whip out my cellphone and attempt to turn it on. Typical, it's dead.

I start screaming again, until a thought pops into my head. I look over at the tail light, my mind racing. I remember seeing a Facebook post on kidnapping, if this is an old car, the tail light should pop out with enough force.

I trace the outline of the tail light with my index finger then start kicking on it. I put more and more anger into each strike, fueling my strength. After my seventh kick, the tail light pops out and clatters onto the cement the car is driving on. The light from outside blinds me for a second. I peek out the hole where the tail light had once been. I see a truck in front of me, and behind the car I am in. I stick my skinny hand through the hole and wave my hand around like a crazy person. Please see me! Please call the police! Please! Someone see! Someone help me!

My hand blocks all the light from outside, sending me back into the dark. I try yanking it out, but it doesn't move from the hole. The metal digs into my soft skin, shooting odd jerks of pain up my arm. The car takes a harsh right turn, and I slam into the left side of the trunk. I feel a sharp, stinging pain against my wrist, which is still stuck in the hole.

The car stops abruptly and Im lunged forward, slamming my face against the metal trunk.

Oh, God.

I hear the drivers door creak open. My heart rate increases. I tug on my arm, trying to squeeze it out of the tail lights slot, but it still wont budge. Oh, no. Please no.

I hear the sound of footsteps crunching against gravel. Someone help me!

The footsteps stop right in front of the trunk.

I'm dead.

I keep my arm completely still, hoping he wont see it. Obviously he can see it. I hear the sound of the trunk opening. I bite my tongue, holding my breath. The trunk flies open, I tug on my hand, roughly. Still no use. Light floods in, blinding me, but not as much as last time. I get my first look at one of my captors. Tall, muscly, with long, black hair. But, one thing about him stands out the most. His eyes. The iris of his eyes are like black pits, filling me with an unbelievable sense of horror and dread. Before I even have time to react, he raises a fist at me and slams it, hard, into the side of my head. I feel myself fall into a world of darkness, and intense, numbing pain.