Too much too young

30

I would have recognised that voice anywhere. The way he said princess made me physically sick. He had called me princess when I was a kid, it had made me cringe then. My father was stood over the trunk and answered as he trapped me inside.

I had already been scared but knowing that dear old Dad was involved made it more dangerous. My dad was a dangerous man, I had seen him beat my mother without hesitation. There had been no remorse, I had seen pure hatred in his eyes. I saw that look again just then.

In reality seeing that son of a bitch was a good thing , it had lit a fire up my ass. I would rather die than let him get one cent. I was cramped in the small space which felt was like an oven, a coffin would have been more preferable. Sweat stung my eyes, everything was a blur. I wasn't sure where I was but what I did know was that I would escape or die trying.

I screamed hoping a passer by would hear me, I screamed until my ears rang. It did no good, my dad and his companion just turned the music up to a deafening high. Now I couldn't be heard I could look for an escape.

I had seen an episode of CSI years before where a man who had been kidnapped disconnected the cars rear lights. On the show the police had pulled them over to tell the driver about the broken lights and he had heard the mans cries from the trunk.

I didn't know anything about cars but it was worth a try. I felt around but really don't know what I was looking for. After feeling around for a while I felt some wires, I wasn't sure if it was the right ones but I tugged at them until they were pulled out completely. I pulled a little too hard and saw some light flood in the car. I could see the road through the tiny gap. I pushed at the wobbly light until it hung out. I could fit my hands out but I couldn't reach the lock with the rope tied around my wrists. I need to get out of the rope, it was my best chance.

I bit at the rope, it had been hours but I continued to chew like I was a little mouse. I had to hurry it was getting dark and they would surely need to stop soon for the toilet or to fill up the gas. The car was slowing down, I needed to get out of there now. I dragged my hands down over a sharp piece of metal making my hand bleed. I was bleeding but my hands were free. I shot my hands through the space and felt for the lock. I managed to hit it and heard the lock release. I jumped up and out of the moving vehicle , I had been cramped in that torture box for hours so I couldn't run. I was stumbling across the highway hoping someone would stop. I heard the old car that held my father screech to a halt, they must have seen me through the mirror.

I tried to run, I waved my hands at the cars who swerved to avoid hitting me but none stopped. My dad came towards me holding a gun, I had no way to protect myself. I put my hand up my top and pulled out the bottle I had carried all day. I unscrewed the lid and threw the paint in his eyes, he jumped and his finger hit the trigger sending a bullet flying into me.

My body jerked back in surprise, pain rippled through me. My skin was on fire, I felt the blood gushing down my body. I thought I had felt pain but nothing I had ever experienced compared to this.

My dad was hobbling about trying to see, his hands swatted at his face as he attempted to clean the paint from his eyes. His companion was walking towards me but I saw no gun, I kicked at her ankle making her trip. I brought my head down on hers, she yelled out in pain.

Finally a car stopped, I saw the blue and red. My head was fuzzy, it felt like it had been hit by a brick. I didn't stop walking, I continued to leave my capturers. It wasn't until a female police officer took me in her arms that I finally stopped. I looked at the destruction behind me and saw my Dad hunched over his car desperately scratching the paint from his eyes. The ghastly woman was holding her head and whaling.

"It's ok your safe, your safe Emily" the officer said as she helped me into the back seat of the police car. Her partner was approaching my kidnappers with a gun trained in them.

The woman called for back up and gave me a bottle of water and a snickers bar before she helped her partner.

I tried to watch them but I couldn't focus, I could only feel pain. Nothing was real to me apart from the burning that was spreading through my chest.

Eventually I remembered that I had been shot, I looked down at my wound and saw a great dirty hole through my shoulder. Dark blood covered my hands as I clutched the hole. My body shook , I was shutting down. I thought I was going to die, at that moment I welcomed death. I begged for it.

My eye lids grew heavy until all I had was darkness, there was no light at the end of the tunnel.