Chapter 2
Rylie's POV
As the final bell signaled the end of school, I breathed a sigh of relief and packed away my school supplies. I grabbed my jacket and set off, following the mob of leaving students. I walked towards the exit at a brisk pace, desperate to get away from the student packed halls but soon got intercepted by Heather again.
"Hey Rylie! There's something I want to show you!"
"Uhm... I'm sorry, but I really have to go" I said, avoiding her eyes.
"Come on it will only take a sec!"
I reluctantly followed the exuberant girl and walked with her through the main entrance. As we stepped outside the cold air blew against our faces, making us both shiver.
"What is it?" I asked carefully.
"You'll see! You're gonna love it!" she smiled widely.
I glanced at her and saw something flash in her eyes, something that didn't really match her smile. It vanished as soon as it came however, making me doubt I saw anything at all. I swiftly shook off my thoughts and kept walking. I followed her to the back of the school building, looking around for anything special. I saw nothing but a deserted parking lot and a few candy wrappers blowing around in the bitter wind.
"Here in this car!" Heather shouted, already walking towards the black van.
I walked at a brisk pace after her, hoping to get out of the cold as soon as I could. When I reached the van Heather is stood next to it, eagerly waiting for me.
"It's inside."
I took a few steps to take a closer look but saw nothing but an empty trunk.
"What? I do-" my sentence was cut short by a pair of hands pushing me in the back. I fell into the van face first, my hands luckily saving my fall. I turned around quickly to see what was going on but the doors were slammed shut, leaving me in the inky darkness. I silently cursed under my breath for falling for it, whatever it may be. Some kind of sick joke? A dare? Dark thoughts clouded my mind as the sound of voices were heard outside the van. I tried to open the door, but my efforts were futile; it was locked. I looked around the rest of the car, trying in the dark to see if there was anyone else in there to help me, but I found I was alone. A few seconds later the drivers door opened and a man got in. The darkness stopped me from getting a clear view but I could make out the basics; short blond hair, shaved face, big eyes. The other door then opened and Heather got in, slamming the door behind her. I tried to comprehend what was happening but the whole situation made no sense to me. Before I could think about it anymore a wet cloth is pressed against my face, blackness following soon after.
