RUN

CH. 1

RUN

Based off the dream I had 6/2/17

SHORT STORY based off MJ. S's Dream

Opening theme: RUN by Awolnation

This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictiously. Other names, characters, places, and events are products of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or places, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

CH.1

I was there... Sitting there in the backseat at least that's where I think I am. I can't really see due to a sack that smells like garlic, onion and potatoes is over my head, my hands are tied behind my back and handcuffs are around my ankles and tight. My eyes are even blindfolded under the sack, and my mouth is taped shut. How did it even come to this?

Ah... now I remember.

I was just walking home alone tonight... this did just happen twenty-five minutes ago. Nothing was a warning, but I guess things like this never come with one. I can feel the coldness of my sweat stroll down the right side of my temple and turn warm. It feels like a tear but I'm not giving these assholes the satisfaction of hearing me cry. "Pretty tough... she isn't crying." I hear a deep masculine voice call. No one really replied to him though.

Wiggling back and forth I can feel my body go up against two squishy like objects - I guess these were guys. "Hey knock it off!" the same man shouts. I keep going and going, which is probably a stupid idea because....

I can feel a hard thud go against the right side of my skull. The pain feels unbearable. My brain hits the left side of my skull and I can feel a bit of bleeding... My head feels a bit drowsy and it falls back against the leather interior, what's happening to me?

***

"Alright, we're here." a man says. "Wake her dumbass up."

I get a slap to the face, enough to wake me up and return my senses but not my sight. The tape is still stuck over my mouth. "Get out the damn car." He demands. I roll my eyes, at least I can feel them roll. But I really can't move though. "GET. OUT. THE. CAR." He says again.

"I don't think she can."

"She's not a fucking cripple, she can walk."

"No I mean she's cuffed together."

"Fine let me show you how it's done." I can hear a hefty voice.

I can hear him walk closer, "Come on." He holds me by both my biceps and drags me out the car and throws me onto what feels like a dusty pavement. I can't see anything around me... "Take the damn sack off her head, and the blind fold from around her eyes, but keep that ductape there, I don't want to hear her run her mouth."

I'm forced to stand up, and I can feel the sack being removed from my head. The blindfold ripped from my sight and I open my big brown eyes to my surroundings, though the streetlight is killing me. The man in front of me, is a dark skinned mascular man, golden brown eyes and full lips. He's broad and pretty tall.

I roll my eyes - that was probably bad... I can see a hand coming for me and I back away from getting slapped, and I try to stablize myself, but to no avail. I land on my back and it feels as if I had cracked something. I pull my eyes up and see the vehicle. A dark van, like those white kidnapper vans you see on the street.

"We don't have time for you to act like a damn toddler. Mal, grab her legs and drag her ass."

That's right, I"m wearing low rider ripped jeans with a skull belt, and a white tank-top. I don't remember removing my boots though.. Being dragged through the dirt, my head hits a rock. "Watch your head, we are going over a curb..." He clearly knows I can't... "Oh wait, or not." My head hits the curb and slams back down to the pavement, and my sight is lost again.