Taken In The Wind

Chapter 3

As you might have well guessed how I was kidnapped, I will still decide to relay the kidnapping to you. Once I said goodbye to Sam, I decided to head to my car, I stopped to check my phone and had realized for some strange reason, it wound up dead. (yes, I know phones die but it's a brand new phone and it was fully charged a minute ago.)

I knew that in this city that I only visit on occasion was not safe so I half walked-half ran to my car. I got near my trunk and realized that one tire was slashed, I knew this town was full of a bunch of dirtbags. So, I fumbled for my keys out of my pocket and sat in my car, I realized that my slashed tire wouldn't bring me far so I just plugged in my phone and waited to call my mom.

Let me explain to you a few things about my mom. My mom freaks out over everything, if I misplaced my own earrings she would be on my ass over no apparent reason. But, that's one of the main things I miss about her, she was very protective!

I remember one night I brought a date home for my parents to meet and she screamed at him because he was shy and didn't hold my hand the right way. For the rest of the night we were discussing how to hold a hand the proper way. I never saw my date ever again, that's the power of my mom folks, stay tuned and you'll find a bunch more interesting facts about my small and perfect family.

( That was a joke everyone, my family isn't perfect but to me right now all I think about is how amazing they were and all the situations we have been through together.) Anyway I bet my mom is freaking out right now because I'm not home yet and I have yet to call her. As I'm sitting in my car, I realized that my mirror was crooked, I went to go fix it and what I saw next was horrific.

I saw a man older than me wearing a ski mask, he had a rope in his hands, (I know sounds like any horror movie, but what makes it really scary is that this really happened I was not some pretty actress getting paid a megawat of money for this, trust me I wish it was that situaton over this one.) The next thing I know was that he was trying to put the rope around my throat, when that didn't work out, he pulled out a rag and covered my nose and mouth, that's all I remember until I awoke in a trunk of a car.

I tried to find my phone until I remembered it was in my car charging, I was freaking out. I didn't know what to do, my mind was racing and I was in a state of panic that even if I did get a chance to call for help, I physically couldn't. I had to calm myself down to think of a way to get out of this situation. (Obviously there were limited ideas since I was in the trunk of a moving car.)

I felt around the trunk and found a blanket beneath me and a pair of dirty shoes with a screwdriver. I tried to think of something to do with them, I tried to take out the laces and wrap them tightly around my knuckles and punch the tailight out. I tried and failed, I also used the blanket to tie it in a knot and end up hanging it out the taillight, but of course the first failed so it all failed.

I was miserable and spent. I ended up giving up because I was so run down all I wanted to do was go and lay in my bed and think of happy things and text Sam and ask him if we had any homework, which I'm sure we did. But all I ended up doing was crying my eyes out until I eventually fell asleep which was the most dangerous thing I could have done.

I woke to the engine stopping, I had no idea what was going to happen, all I had left to do was pray that it was not what I thought it was, it was my dad surprising me in a horrific way. (Can you believe that I tried to make myself believe that?!) How wrong I was, the trunk opened, my eyes adjusted to the light change and I saw the guy for who he really was.

He had dark brown eyes and dimples with wavy brown hair and he was wearing all black. The only thing had changed since he put the rag over my face was that he was not wearing a ski mask, that meant that he was somewhere where he felt safe and that meant that I am in deep shit.

I tried to fight my way but he just kept on pounding me like I was dough that needed to be thin. I was hurting so much, but I continued to fight because my dad told me to fight if you feel threatened, and I was definitely feeling more than threatened. It was a hot summer day so it was still light out when he dragged me into the door of a well-looking house.

He threw me onto the ground and demanded that I stay there, I was too afraid not to listen. He came back and knelt down beside me looking me over until he finally decided what to do with me. He grabbed me and I stood up and was running behind him trying to catch up because he had a nasty grip on my arm, he led me through the house until we came to the kitchen with a small pantry.

He opened it up and inside was a small blanket on the ground with a sleeping bag on top and a pillow that looked older than my grandfather. He told me this is where I was sleeping, he told me that if I try anything stupid I will get a beating of my lifetime. He gave me dinner, well what's left of his anyway, I ate in the pantry and he took my dish when I was done.

He didn't talk to me, he gave me a small bucket if I had to go to the bathroom. I was so ashamed and hurt, I wanted to sleep yet I was afraid, I had no idea who this guy was. He could be a serial killer, he could be the world's largest petifile and I was in his house, taken, stripped from my human desire to live. But, that's not the end of this tale, no, not at all.

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