Turning Point

Chapter 11 - Escaping

-Chapter 11-

"Hello. Cameron?"

I heard the person on the other line say something I couldnt hear. My eyes were drooping and my head hurt.

"I have who you are looking for." The guy standing in front me said. His back was facing me and I couldnt figure out who he was but he sounded familiar.

The guy told Cameron that he was going to text him the address and then hung up.

I wriggled from my seat and wanted to scream but the cloth stuffed into my mouth prevent any sound. My hands were tied tight to a leg of a bed.

Who the hell was this guy and what did he want with me? He didnt look as big as the guy I pushed away at the tennis court. I struggled to free my hands but it was no use.

Was he going to ask for ransom?

Was he going to rape me?

What was he doing with me?

I faced down and held a sob. As I much as I wanted to cry, I didnt. No one is going to save me. I was going to get through this by myself.

"Vanessa." I was so in deep thoughts that I didnt realise my kidnapper was squatting down to my level.

I didnt bother to look up see who it was but my self defense kicked it. I use all of my force and kicked him in his genitals. He let out a low but loud scream as he fell backwards. I spotted a sisccors in his back pocket, falling out.

My saviour object.

I tried reaching for it but I couldnt get it. I had to stretch my leg, use my feet to kick it towards me. It came right next to my hands and without wasting another second, I cut myself free.

By the time I got up, my kidnapper had composed himself and was sitting on the floor. I glanced at him one more time before running out of the door.

"I wouldnt go out there if I were you." my kidnapper said, still sitting on the floor. He didnt make any attempts to chase me.

"Why?" I asked. Part of me wanted to run out for my life but part of me also wanted to know why he would say a thing.

The guy turned around and I think my jaws nearly dropped to the ground.

"Jacob?" I mumbled. (Go karting guy)

"Look, I am not proud of this but please dont run away. I am trying to help you."

"By kidnapping? You're crazy!" I shouted.

"Lower your voice if you dont want anyone else to come in. The whole entire gang is outside there." he ordered.

"Dont tell me what to-"

"Look around Vanessa. Do you remember any of these things?" he cut in.

I glanced around and slowly everything processed. Jacob was sitting on the floor next to a bed.

No way

How did I not notice all these things?

That bed was mine.

Everything in the room was mine.

This room was mine.

I was in my old house. My dad's house.

"Look, I called Cameron to come. He is going to be the distraction while you run out through the back door. Every door and window that is linked to your bedroom is grilled so you cant escape through."

"What? Why? How? Huh?" I stuttered.

"He couldnt get custody of you so he was pissed."

"That still doesnt explain-" I stopped talking at the sound of footsteps assending the stairs.