The Stolen Innocent Boy | Joshler✓

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The annoyance of the Sun going through my eyelids gave me the realization to understand I was actually kidnapped, it wasn't a bad dream. I was being stolen.

I hadn't open my eyes yet, I just stayed still and leaned against the door. I was so angry at my self for falling asleep. Now I had no idea where I was, I knew I had to open my eyes and check but fear had a tight grip on me,
'it's safer if you don't look'

I slowly became less disoriented and more woken up I realized the car wasn't moving,

I shifted softly and peeked one of my eyes open, only to shut them again. The sun was rising and I was staring right at it. I tilted my head down and opened them again. We weren't moving, I was right. The man who took me had parked the car in the forest.

Oh god I've seen this in movies, he was gonna make me dig my own grave.

I turn my head to the front of the car and then around to the back. My Captor wasn't here. I shot up straight and looked around like a maniac.
He was gone.
This was my chance to at least try something. My backpack, I had on before he stole me, I look around for it before seeing in front. The only thing that could help me in there was my phone and computer, I could call for help.
I tired to reach for it but my hands where still held by the door so I stretched out my leg and tried to get it between the shoulder strap and the bag part to pull it closer to me.

Shit
Shit, shit.
I could see him 'bout twenty one yards away from me walking back. He had on a white tank top with black jeans and blue flannel wrapped around his waist.
I tired to pull my foot away but it was tangled up, yanking didn't help either. The bag got caught on the  emergency brake.

Once he saw me his expression changed from tired to angry and then amused.

"You really think I wouldn't search your bag?" He asked opening the shot gun door grabbing my ankle and getting it out and free.
I pulled it to me the second he let go of my and curl up against the leather seat.
"Your phone and laptop are gone. " he chuckled grabbing the backpack and bag from the gas station and walking over the trunk. I heard him open it and move stuff around and zipping and unzipping of bags for a while  slamming it.

He opened the door and pulled the blanket off of me throwing it on the ground.
His hands placed firmly on my knees, making me uncurl and sit straight my body facing him with my legs not being able to touch the dirt. He uncuffed my hands and they shot to my body.
He kneed down and pulled my left hand towards him. I  struggled against him but stop when a low growl came from the back of his throat.
Taking the cloth off my wrist he pulled out whisky from the bag he got from the trunk and poured some on making me screech at the pain.
His hand shot up to my mouth and forced it close.
"Shh"
He did the same with the other wrist and I tried my best not to cry or shout

"Here" he dump six granola on my lap, seeing food only made me realize how empty my stomach was.

He watched me as I ripped open the plastic and ate like I was a monster.
Once I was finished he grabbed my shirt and pulled me on my feet only for me to stumble backwards and into the car
"Tyler.." He warned trying to pull me back up again but I scrambled to the other side of the car

"No no no no" I cried

"Looks like the Xanax wore off" he sigh

"Your gonna make me dig my grave aren't you!" I screeched louder as he grabbed my ankles and pulled me out on the dirt.

"No Tyler. It not what I'm being payed to do"