She, He And A Story (On Hold)

Now What ?

Well, now what? How can I get rid of these guys? Think, think ... Come on, brain! I have to do something. They are stronger than me. Bigger than me. They already know my face and I can not even imagine how they look like. I've heard the talk, but do not know the voice. Just out of them that I have an English accent, but in this town who does not have an accent at all? In a city as big as this in no immigrants from all countries, find a person who has no accent is like finding a needle in a haystack.

We were walking toward a 'mustang snake 1965'. Well, I was being pulled into this car, but we'll leave that for another time observation. The guy who had the gun put it under his black hoody trapped on the edge of his pants before we left the cafe and now walked a bit further ahead of us. Yes, 'we'. This guy hasn't dropped my arm unlace moment I laid my backpack and I'm sure that my arm will be all dark because the force he's applying it.

"Come . " He said, finally dropping me and making me the car door . Now that I notice , this car only has two doors and , oh my god ... two places . I did as he ordered and sat in the passenger seat . I looked around and saw the other guy sitting next to me , looking at me in a strange way .

" Hey bro , she can not go here . Where is it that you 're going to sit ? On top of it ? I know you think you're small , but you have to see it to be more fragile for you to sit your fat ass on top this thing . " How rude ! I am not a thing any for him to be talking about me like that.

" Will you shut your big mouth yours? I will not sit on it . " I felt a little more relieved with this information . But as soon as I hear the next words , worries and panic turn to attack my heart .

" So you gonna put her in the trunk ? " The guy sitting next to me this question while turning the car ignition . They both start to laugh.

They only stop when a soft sob out of my throat. I'm having a panic attack and they are laughing as if abduct a person was the most normal thing to do on a Friday morning.

"Are you crying?" The boy who is out of the car asks softly, after crouch and turn around to be facing me. "He was just kidding with you. You're not going to the trunk. Ok?" He says putting his hand under my chin, gently forcing me to look at him .

I closed my eyes tihtly as soon as he touched me. In an attempt to stop the tears, which already ran all over my face.

When I didn't answer his question, he gently began to caress my cheek with his thumb from his hand which was previously on my chin. I don't know how , but that little gesture helped me ease my breathing.

"Yes." I said in a whisper. And so this aa hand withdrew from my cheek I opened my eyes came across those two stars he had for eyes. These eyes that I could not decide what color they were. Green seemed to At the beginning, but now gray was the color I would choose for them.

"Good." He said smoothly as he stood up. But not before I see his lips shift underneath the black mask, in a move which I think have been a smile.

"Will you hurry up?" The boy in the driver said with a voice of annoyance. "It's that we don't want to cross paths with police ... I think." He said wryly, as he made the car roar. 

"Yeah. It is for the best we don't get problems with these." The guy in front of me said, pushing me into the edge of the bench. Gaining space to sit and shut the door soon after.After this the car starts with a big grunt released by the engine. And we're underway for I don't know where. Great, score for sarcasm.

The drive was going well. 

Who am I kidding? I'm in the middle of two thieves who kidnapped me. Being 'good' in this situation was proof that I should be admitted to the nearest madhouse.