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Ethan's mouth was covered by the new cashiers hand. He had a knife to his neck, and Ethan's eyes grew wide. Ethan was lopsided because the man was shorter than him. I froze in shock, and I went into a trance.
I couldn't hear anything. I was dazing off. I didn't know what to do. Everything began to feel dizzy until I felt a tight pressure on my bicep.
"Ow!" I squealed out in pain.
"Get in the car." The man said to me as he dragged us outside.
I swear to you, I tugged and screamed and kicked, but it only made it worse. His grip tightened on me every time I did something he didn't like. He threw me in the backseat of a silver car. It looked new. I don't really know my cars, but it was a Jeep Patriot, maybe?
He threw Ethan in the trunk and I didn't know how to react. The man said not a word and started to drive. I sat there, in shock. Unable to move, and worried about Ethan. I just wanted to see him.
My mind couldn't process anything that had and was happening. The man stopped at a red light, but he slammed on the brakes. It took me out of my daze, and I reached in my pocket for my phone. I shuffled around for a minute until...
Shoot. It must've dropped on the road when he pushed me in the car. What about Ethan? Did he have his phone? If he did he probably couldn't reach it without being noticeable. At least right now, that is.
Will I ever get to see Ethan again to know if he has a phone? Is this man going to separate us? Wait. I didn't even think of the possibility of him killing me. He did have a knife to Ethan's neck, so it was probably his plan.
No. Stop. You can't think like that. You will escape. You will see Ethan. And you will find a phone. Maybe...