Chapter Two - Kidnap, Much?

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                   ~First Person View~

When I opened my eyes, I remember seeing lights flash by me from every direction. 

That's when I realized that I'd been laying down in the backseat of a car. My arms and legs must've been tied together because no matter what, I couldn't move them. My sight was still a bit dazed but I'm sure that a skeleton was the one driving the car.

 And from what I remember.. He was the one who knocked me out in the first place, which explains the pounding ache in my head.

   I tried to shift my way closer to the window to see where he was taking me. Maybe I could remember my way back and escape.. But when I tried to move, I tumbled to the side and fell off of the seats.

    He chuckled, "Are you awake, or just a hard ass sleeper?" He looked in the rear-view mirror, getting another chuckle out seeing me on the car floor.

   I groaned, annoyed. "I tried to move and fell. Sue me." I said sarcastically, while trying to get back up using my butt and my elbows. "It'd probably be easier if I wasn't tied up, asshole."

    "Yeah, well life isn't all sunshine and butterflies, Sweetpea." He chuckled again. " 'Ya gotta work with what 'ya got."

   I rolled my eyes as my vision cleared. "Mind if I ask where the creepy old man plans to take the kidnapped damsel in distress?"

   He scoffed. "Oh please, I'm only a few years older than you, Pipsqueak."

  "And how do you know that, creepy old stalker man?" I looked up at the rear-view mirror, trying to look at him every time he looked up.

  "None of your nosy business." He said with an agitated voice.

  "Well I'm sorry if I'm wondering why I'm tied up in some creepy stalkers car, which I have no idea where he's taking me." I said rudely, with a tad bit of sarcasm.

  He didn't reply to that. Although, I could tell that he had a lot to say. Most likely yell at me, by how annoying I've been. But if there's a chance for him to just get annoyed of me and kick me out in a stranded place, at least I'll be rid of him. I mean.. Who even is this guy..?

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, blowing a strand of hair out of my face. I'd given up trying to get back on the seat. "Will you at least tell me your name, creepy stalker guy?"

  He looked in the rear-view mirror again and looked directly at me. "If it'll make you stop calling me that, the name's G."

I stared at him for a while before cracking a smile. "G? You're name is G? One letter? G. It doesn't stand for anything..?"

"Don't make me regret telling you." He said with another agitated voice.

"Oh I will... G." I said with a giggle. I looked up at the window, barely getting a view at nothing but the sky. "The sun's coming up.." I muttered.

"And? What about it?" G replied. I guess he heard me when I tried to be silent.

"Nothing.. I just- ...Nothing." I sighed, looking at my tied hands and fiddling with my fingers. "How long until we get to.. Wherever you're taking me?"

"We're almost there." He grunted.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked.

"Somewhere." He replied.

"Why are you taking me there?" I asked.

"Why in the hell are you asking so many goddamn questions?" He asked, clearly annoyed.

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