The Guy With A Gun

Chapter 1

I woke up. I couldn't move. It was dark. I didn't have my purse or phone on me. I could tell I was moving. As I struggled to move I realized I was tied up in what seemed to be a trunk of a moving car. I could hear talking. Something about...Are you sure the suitcase is big enough and You got all the metal off of her right? I was confused, Where they going to put me in a suitcase? I couldn't remember anything but the fact that I ran away from my drug head mother. My mother ,Veronica Laine, is hooked on the painkillers her doctor prescribed to her from when she had she car accident from 2 years ago. Ever since then she has had those pills she has some excuse to get them. Whether its her head hurting or stomach cramping, it's always something, and I couldn't take it, so I ran away. I also notice that I wasn't wearing my clothes. These clothes where way to big and smelled of cigarettes. I continued to pull at the ropes that were around my hands with my mouth. Even though that wasn't the most sanitary thing to do, when you have nothing you have to be resourceful. When my hands were free I untied my legs. I could still hear the talking but not as clearly from the sirens. Police? I could feel the car slowing down, until it came to a stop.