I Think I've Been Kidnapped

Chapter 30

***Mai's P.O.V.***

Do you know that point in life where you don't feel like anything matters? Where your bones and senses just go numb, and you  don't even feel like taking the time to breath? When everything just seems so pointless when put up against the big picture, and you feel like there's nothing left to do but curl up into the fetal position and hope that the end comes soon? I had been determined that I would never get to that point again, but I had let myself down.

I didn't feel like moving anymore, because I knew that we were only minutes away from the small and secluded airport that would be my first stop to the rest of my miserable life. Why fight it? All I could do was tug at the ropes binding my hands and then whimper in pain. I was wallowing in self pity, and I was honestly disgusted with myself for that. I hadn't tried hard enough, and now any effort I had put into my escape attempts were for nothing.

The road seemed to stretch on and on forever, and the sad song playing on the radio was only adding to my misery. In the distance, I could see the top of the airport coming into view. Without me wanting them to, memories of my life flashed through my mind like the flickers of a fire fly's bulb. There were happy one, and then they would be overpowered by my biggest mistakes. Then, at the very back of my mind there were a few of the boys, because- as much as I hated to admit it- they had given me some pretty amazing memories to hang onto.

I didn't even realize that I was crying when something snapped me out of my trip down memory lane. The lingering thought of he boys' solemn looks when they had told me the truth was still there, but every other thought seemed to dart away like scared animals. However, the thing that roused me from my thoughts was the opposite of frightening.

I f****** love God right now.

Red and blue flashing lights filled the mirror next to me, and my father cursed as the smug look was wiped from his face. I knew that he was internally fighting himself on whether or not he should pull over, and in the end he did. He reached over quickly and cut the ropes from my hands to make the whole scene inside the car look less suspicious. A smile made its way onto my lips, and life seemed a lot more worth living now. "Don't say anything," he demanded while the Officer got out of his car and came towards ours, I would hate for someone to get hurt." I knew what he meant by that, because I had seen the gun that he had tucked underneath his bottom every time we got into the car. However, I was still filled with hope.

When the Officer got to the car, he pulled out his pad of paper like the stereotypical police officer, and my father leaned out of the window partially to look at him. Slowly, so that my father wouldn't hear my shuffling, I reached into my back pocket to get out the notebook that was turned to the page I had written on. The officer eyed me suspiciously, one hand edging closer to his gun in case I pulled out a weapon, and he spoke to my father all the while, "Sir, do you know why I pulled you over today?"

"I'm sorry, I don't," my father said just as I held up the paper. Taking quick glances, as to not alert my father, the police officer seemed to read my writing.

"Your car is past registration expiration," he told my father, pretending that he hadn't seen my paper, or maybe he hadn't. My heart sank a bit at the possibility, and I tucked the notebook underneath me so that my father wouldn't see it. This had to work, though. "I'm going to need to see your license and registration, sir."

"No problem," my father said, and he pulled down the visor to grab the fake ID that he had tucked away up there with some pretty paper work.

"I might need you to step out of the car when I come back," the police officer said to my father casually.

"May I ask why, officer?"

"Just a new law in the state of Florida," he stated with a shrug, "never understood the government with their wacky rules." He gave a small chuckle at the end which seemed to put my father at ease, and then looked at me with a gaze as if he had just noticed me. "How are you, ma'am?"