I wasn't ready for what happened to me. Emotionally. I was breaking down in the back of a van right now tied to a pole that stretched from the roof to the floor. I stopped struggling once the handcuffs cut my skin and colored the floor red. Two stupid guards sat on either side of me pretending to look cool in their leather jackets and teardrop tattoos. They didn't scare me. Well yes they did but I refused to show it.
" look boys I'm sure we can talk this out! " I said with a small pleading smile and one of the dick heads stood up and walked over to me. He was short which is why he didn't knock himself out cold by standing in the moving van.
" look princess there's nothing to be said. Keep your mouth shut and we ain't gonna bother you Understand?? " he spat and I bit my lip.
" yah sure but uh little tip, they sell breath mints and gum literally like everywhere! " I spat and he narrowed his eyes before his fist collided with my head. Honestly, my mouth never shuts.
When I awoke there were two other girls in the van. One had bright blue hair. Her eyes were painted black with makeup and she had cheek piercings and another in her lip. She glared at me and I looked away quickly. She didn't scare me it was just awkward and I didn't know how to respond to that. Somehow my glares end up looking more like ' I am trying not to poop right now ' looks and I often didn't get taken seriously. I can't threaten people without laughing .2 seconds after. I just can't be scary and mean. I can't even take myself seriously most of the time which I admit, I should probably work on.
The other girl had red hair. Bright red ginger curls. Her face was shaped literally perfectly and it almost seemed like she wasn't human. Her lips here thick but not too thick. Her nose was perfectly shaped. Her eyes were close together but not too close. Her cheek bones were pronounced but yet again not too much.
If there was a male version of Goldie Locks, he would be in ' just right ' heaven looking at her. She was definitely a model. She had to be. She smiled weakly at me and I smiled back using only the corner of my mouth.
" so where are we headed?? " I asked and the stupid heads turned to me. They grumbled at my consciousness and the other one walked over to me. Hopefully he didn't get all up in my face. I have a feeling neither of them brushed their teeth or knew what a Tic-Tac was.
He pointed a gun at me and I raised an eyebrow.
" was it something I said?? " I asked cursing my brain that had no filter what so ever. He narrowed his eyes and pressed the gun against my forehead. " hey bud I'm sure we can talk this out. I can see you're suffering inside I can help you. " I told him not quite sure what the heck I was saying. He let out a frustrated scream and hit my head with the gun.
" wow. That hurts worse then I thought. I thought those guys on tv were just weak little things. " I grumbled and the red haired girl kicked my leg. I looked over at her and she pursed her lips. I sighed and looked up at the guy.
" I'll stop talking now. " I told him and he rolled his eyes heading back to his seat. The van drove on for maybe 20 more minutes until it came to a stop. I was yanked out and saw we were at a warehouse. I knew what was happening now. Sex slave trade. Lucky me. I've been chosen out of 30 million other girls to be given to a man as a new and improved sex toy!
I was forced into a lingerie outfit and told to stand in line. Girls were crying in corners and others were begging the guards to let them go. My cuts and bruises had been covered up by a whole bottle of foundation. I waited in that spot looking around the room. I studied every exit and every man guarding doors. If I was lucky I could grab a gun from the weak one walking back and forth up and down the line.
They, being the stupid heads, uncuffed us so my hands wouldn't be a problem but for this plan to work I have to be fast. I heard yelling and the red headed girl looked at me from her place in front of me. I smiled at her and she raised an eyebrow. The young boy stopped a few inches away looking at the other guards in panic. I didn't care what was happening outside those doors as long as I had the gun. I lunged foreword and yanked the gun from the holster. I pulled the young weak boy back against me and held the gun to his head. I wasn't sure what kind of movie I was reenacting but I was doing a hell of a job. In fact I think I remember this scene from a movie I watched not to long ago and I played the part like a boss. The line of once quiet calm girls turned into screaming terrified girls. The red haired girl beside me, well now behind me, wasn't loud or showing fear. In fact she was as calm as I was. " don't lower the weapon " she whispered as the guards tried to figure out how to get me to drop the kid. The kid was perfect. Innocent and obviously portrayed the younger brother to all the stupid head guards. Well at least that was the case in movies. This however, was no movie. Guns shots went off and the boy slumped to the ground bleeding from the wounds his men created.
Absent-minded, traitorous, merciless, stupid heads. I mean honestly he was just a kid!
Guns were aimed now at me and red and all I could do was aim the gun at the big guy. The big guy, obviously underestimating my will to live through this situation, walked over slowly and reached for red and I but I shot him. My now heartless self shot him. He landed on me gasping for air and the men fired. Red and I hid behind the large body that we both struggled to keep up. The other girls had ran off and I wondered why we didn't do the same. I keep making the wrong decisions.
The firing continued for two more seconds before the door opened. Guns sounded and men screamed. Men fell to the ground dead while others continued firing wildly.
The body was pulled off of us and I held up the gun ready to fire. A face. A beautifully sculpted face appeared in front of me. You'd think I'd want or try to kill this man on the spot just for not knowing if he threatened my life or not. I didn't and in the future, parts of me wished I did.
I yelped in pain as a bullet going through my arm snapped me out of my trace. Great. I cried as the hot pain spread from my finger tips to my toes. This was just lovely. Just when I thought life couldn't suck anymore, I get kidnapped almost sold for a sex slave, saved by a beautiful man who didn't block a bullet like Tom Cruise would have done in any movie that he played in, and the beautiful man knocked me out cold. This was so not what I meant by something exciting to happen in life on my 13th birthday.
