(Stuck in) The Middle

Lost Connection

Song to listen to while reading:

Maad City - Kendrick Lamar

Cheyenne

Having my hand tied up in front of me in the back of my own car isn't exactly what I expected to be doing this weekend. At this moment the only thing I can think of is Alex. I just wish I could text him or call him right now. How should I know that my mother would kidnap me? How should I know that she would ask me to pull over after going to the bank just to knock me out?

Ugh my head is pounding! I'm just so surprised that I've kept my cool through all of this. I wonder why she let me keep my phone, though it doesn't matter anyway since my hands are tied. I wish I could do that thing in the movies where the victim uses his/her wedding ring or a secret knife to set himself/herself free.

But obviously, this isn't the goddamn movies. It's so hot in this trunk! Hmm. Maybe I can try to reach in my pocket and get my phone. I mean, this would be the best time to do it, the car is still moving. After 10s of minutes, struggling to get my phone, I finally get it in my hands. Now time to text Alex.

Alex. Help! I'm being kidnapped by my mother and idk where she's taking me. I hit send, hoping for a quickie response.

As I waited for him to answer, I thought that it would be a good time to entertain myself. I listened to music (no earphones though), watched youtube and uncomfortably played Temple Run 2.

And right when I heard a ding, my heart skipped a beat. He was calling me.

"Hello? Alex? Are you there?" I whispered frantically.

"Yes oh my gosh Cheyenne! Where are you?" He said, just as frantically.

"I'm in the trunk, tied up and I don't know where she's taking me." I began to cry.

"Okay, Shy, baby, it'll be fine. We're going to find you. Just stay with me." Alex said.

Suddenly the car stops and I hear a car door open.

"Alex. The car stopped and I think she's about to open the trunk soon." I cried.

"No! Okay, i just want you to know that I love you alright?" Alex cried.

The trunk bursts open and I see a very unfamiliar face. He's about 6'5", 280 pounds (Muscle not fat) with dark brown hair and green eyes and a scar on his left cheek.

"Aye, boss! She's had her phone the whole time!" The man says.

He grabs the phone from me with ease, throws it on the ground and steps on it, breaking my connection with Alex indefinitely.

After that, I am severely manhandled, struggling to break free with little to no success. I wonder how I'm going to get out of this.