Captured and Captivated

Snatch

The sun beating down on me was calming, the cool vibe of LA keepig me sane as sauntered along the hot pavement with my flip flops in my hand and towel slung over my shoulder. The small shops that lined the streets made the near dark lane vibrant and alive, beckoning shoper in with colorful window displays. I was aolne- but I didn't need company, I was a sight just on my own with my aburn hair drying in soft waves down my back, my olive skine tone radiation my beauty.

Walking down the road, I felt at home. I've roamed these stores hundreds of times and walked this very path my whole life. It was a good life I tell you.

Looking up from my phone, I saw a glistening smile headed my way. Ryan Jacobs. Damn, he's a beach god, dark, ittalian skin and slow chunning chocolate for eyes. He lifted alomst twice my body weight, not that I weighed much anyway, but his toned arms says it does.

"Hey there," his smooth tone called out to me.

"Hi." I smile stopping my feet and leaning against the wall of the boutique behind me. Ryan strides to me and places his arm beside my head, looking down to me. I cant help but let my eyes wander over the prize that is Ryan Jacobs.

"What's a pretty thing like you walking alone?" he asks me and I lazily giggle, shrugging my shoulder and pushing myself off the cool brick.

"What's so bad about being to yourself?" I ask, taking my bottom lip between my bottom teeth to draw him in. I start to walk away and listen. LIsten for the sound of his sandals to follow in my path. They do. Of course they do, Ryan Jacobs will take any attention he can get.

"So..." he dragges out as he falls in step next to me, "Were are you trying to be?" he asks

"Home, I guess. No ones home for a few hours but I guess I'll be okay." I peer over to him his eyes widen a bit.

"Are you sure you don't want any company?" he smirks and moves a bit closer to me.

"I dunno, I'm not too keen on company, but sometimes it dosen't hurt." I nudge him with my eblow as he is basically glued to me, only centimeters away from hovering over my body.

We don't converse very much as I lead him down the street to my house. The tiles under my feet begining to cool without the constant burn of UV rays. The wind picks up and my hair, now dry and fully wavy, is picked up in the cool seaside breeze.

I catch him looking at me a few times as his stare burns into me. Now we're only a block away from my house. I begin to get excited with a grin on my face.

"Ryan?" A distant voice echo's from the alley way next to us as we pass by. He becomes taken out of his daze of lost puppy, and widley smiles as Jade Button comes strutting down the il-lit space of the two buildings.

"Jade," he chokes for obvious reasons, she's sporting a bikini smaller than the doritos chips I ate a few hours ago, and her large busts only covered what looks like two fabric playing cards. the white material making her tan skin darker, and her dark hair more alive. His eyes rake over her and she smiles. Damn she's good at playing the game. I know instantly she's won over Ryan Jacobs as I begin to walk away, he only calls after me that he'll see me around.

Rolling my eyes, I realize it's dark, darker than it was five minutes ago. Some of the street lights are out and I don't want to go home quiet yet, with knowing I'll just be alone, unsure of when my parents get back from another party. With a split second decision, I turn on my heel and take a left turn to a few blocks over I hadn't seen before. I usualy stick to the shops right outside the board walk.

A few streets in, I get a dingy feeling as I take in the screney. The houses are unkept and the aroma turns my stomach. Groups of people walking the sidewalks give me looks of almost disgust. I don't belong over here, but I refuse to look confused. I don't want to give them the chance to look like a victim.

A group of guys passes by and yells crude comments that disgust me, going home would he better than wandering through this part of town that I didn't know existed. I thought everyone lived in a mellow vibe house and just bummed where ever. I thought people roamed the board walk almost everyday, as I do, and goes to Veggie Grill to eat vegan food, and order bubble tea or goes to a Whole Foods and gets a juice of kale and spinach on thier way to the beach, and watch the waves.

I don't get those vibes around here. Everyones ora is off. They're depressing and angry, man they need to calm down. Maybe put some bran in their diet.

A shiver ripples through me as I get that feeling that people are watching me was I walk down these streets. Heading toward the corner, I try to decide which was to go, home or Whole Foods, I need some spinach to calm my stomach. As I make up my mind, there's a hard hand on my shoulder and another around my mouth, muffling my outburst of suprise. my towel is dropped from my shoulder and a shoe flies off my foot that I put on at the begining of this dirty road.

"Shut the fuck up." i deep raspy voice whispers in my ear and my light body mass is lifted off the pavement and thrown into darkness. A door slams, trapping me in and with a loud screetch of rubber- I know the vehicle is rapidly speeding away from the street corner.

Without thinking I scream out, yelping for help and bang against the steel sides of the van, I suppose with the wide structue. I scream loud, louder, loudest. Nothing. My voice breaks with a jagged breath, I haden't realized I was crying. I wipe my eyes with the back of my hands and boldly crawl to the other side of the small space, feeling my way around.

The hard capret feels dirty, nothing like the van my mom called the groovy machine that she says she wont sell just because society dosen't drive them anymore.

I feel my way to a window that I'm guessing is serapting me from who ever is driving. I bang harshly agianst the glass and plead to let me go. Agrivation is taking me over as I rage on, the cheap window rattling under my fist that is begining to tingle. My voice is not backing down though.

I can tell by the floor under me, our velocity is rapid, speeding down miles of smooth road. I assume the highway. Where the Hell am I going? As I remeness about my family and worry seeping into my thoughts for the first time instead of just being afraid- I had forgotten about my fist still thrashing on now what i think is thick plastic instead of an exspensive glass window. A click whipps me out of my depressing thoughts and before my eyes can break through the thick, blurry build up of tears I've neglected to wipe away a devistatingly hard blow to my head immidiatly sends me into a deep pit of darkness.