Stolen

Truth// Chapter 7

  I rub my eyes to get the eyeboogers out and check the clock that was on the desk. It read "6:28" Why am I up this early?

   I heard a knock in the door as it opened, "Good morn- I'm so sorry." Jason closed the door back up.

  I was confused for a moment until I realized I was just in my undergardments. I quickly got up and put on a pair of sweatpants and a shirt that Jason gave me yesterday and opened the door.

   "I'm sorry." Jason said.

   "It's fine, you probably didn't know that half the time I sleep in my bra and underwear." I shrugged. 

   "Well anyways..." Jason rubbed his hand through his fluffy brown hair, "I made breakfast."

   I just nodded and followed him down the hall, each step I took started to hurt more and more. When we got to the stairs I gripped onto the railing like my life depended on it. Jason must have noticed I was a bit slower cause he looked up at me at the top of the stairs and came back up, "Why didn't you say something?" He picked me up.

   "You don't have to do this." I look up at him.

   He just stayed silent as we walked in the kitchen, he sat me down on a chair and pulled out another one for my feet to lay on. He then set a plate of eggs and toast on infrount of me.

   "I am gonna go fix the window that you broke yesterday real quick, you eat." He smiled at me before going up the stairs.

   I took a couple bites of my eggs before looking around. And there was the front door. Unprotected, just open. It was calling my name as I got up. Painfully, I walked to the door, feeling relief as I twisted the door knob. As I opened the door a loud honking noise was released, and wouldn't stop.

  Of course it wouldn't be as easy as I thought. As the siren continued I heard Jason's footsteps running down the stairs. I sprinted out the door, I didn't care how bad it hurt. I followed the driveway to hopefully the road. The feeling of freedom was great for about two minutes, but was ruined cause Jason caught up to me and yanked my wrist back.

    "What the hell!?" Jason yelled, "I can't leave you alone for one second!" He bashed my back against the side of the house. His eyes were dark as usual when he gets mad.

   I was yanking my wrist back, and string to push him away to try to make another run, but he was too strong. My eyes started to water on what was going to happen next.

   His eyes soften, "Come on." He dragged me half way up the driveway,  "Do you not understand that I'm trying to help you and your family? Let alone if you, or even I make one wrong move we are dead."

   The tears ran down my face, "I'm sorry."

   He opened the garage door revealing his car, the same one from back home. He opened the passenger side for me and walked around to the driver side. He got in and rubbed his hands through his hair in frustration. He started the car and drove off.

   I sat there quietly as he picked up the speed. We went faster and faster I take a look at the speedometer and we are going over 100 miles per hour (about 161 kilometers per hour).

   "Still want to escape?" Jason kept his eyes in the road.

  I just sat there quietly, scared that I would say something wrong.

   "If you want to escape so badly, just jump out, I'm not stopping you."

    I shook my head, "I don't want to."

   "Oh so now your scared to?" He scoffed, "Thought you wanted to leave."

   "Can you please slow down? I don't feel safe." I sniffled.