Kidnapped: Hostage of Love (New Edition)

Kidnapped

Pain seared through the back of my skull as images of what last happened came flooding back. I remembered having my head jammed in the hood of my car by some man after work. He had planned it, by his approach and offering to help. I was kidnapped. But why me? My heart rate picked up as I realized my situation.

Before making my conscious mind known, I kept my eyes closed and breathed evenly as I listened to my surroundings.

I felt a deep rumble below my body, emitting a low hum. I was upright, and my hands were binded with a rope which connected to something else; keeping me in place. I felt my body slightly moving around, bouncing and leaning. A radio which played my favorite song "Radioactive" was audible in the background.

I am in a car.

I ever so carefully peeked one eye open. It was night, and outlines of trees were visible as we zoomed past them. the vast road through the forest was lit solely by our headlights. We were in the middle of nowhere. Or at least, nowhere near Chicago.

I kept an eye slightly open on the road for a while in hope to come across a sign that indicated where I was for a long time. Finally, through the tall tress I caught a glimpse of something coming. I watched it come fast as we drove.

" Welcome to Washington State! Enjoy your stay!"

Washington? How long have I been out? That would explain the endless tall trees. Hence it's title as "The Evergreen State". I was halfway across the country from my home. But why? Why Washington? Why me? I was a mere freshman in college!

I took notice of everything in the car, or jeep- as I read on the dark grey dash- In search of anything I could use to my advantage as some point. A coca-cola can in the drink holder...brown leather seats...and a coat. Real helpful.

I cracked the other eye open and stretched my vision as far to the left as I could without moving my head. I could see the outline of my kidnapper driving. I did my best to size him up. Definitely taller than my 5'4 body...probably over six feet. Muscular, but lean. I remembered the brown hair and hazel-type eyes from before. He had tanned skin as well with the strong jaw line...and crow's foot wrinkle at either end of his eyes with some wrinkles beginning to form on his forehead. They aged him a bit.

I was nervous that he let me see his face. It meant he didn't have intentions of letting me go again.

I closed my eyes again and just thought. I tried to come up with possible ways out...escape...ways to contact somebody... I tried to remember anything I saw in the movies that wasn't just a load of rubbish, or something that my dad may have told me.

My dad.

I remembered all of that, as well. Now however, I would not dwell over that. A complete other situation has presented itself to me, and I need to be safe before I worry a it the affairs- no pun intended- of my father.

I just didn't know enough. Not about my situation or what was happening. There was going to be a lot of last-minute improvisation on my part. I didn't like that. I prefer to be planning and thinking ahead, in hope to eliminate any glitches in my plans.

I felt the car make a sharp turn and come to a halt. My heart pace picked up and I wondered if this was the end- where he would finish me off and dump me in the middle of the forest. It wasn't a bad plan...far from home...in a forest...

I kept my eyes closed, in hope that pretending to remain unconscious would somehow prolong my life.

I heard shifting in the car, the swooshing sound of a jacket being pulled on, and the slight pitter-patter of rain beginning to tap on the roof of the car. I heard the man draw a deep sigh in and release it before the door opened and closed. A bead of sweat dripped down my neck.