Momentum

One Path, Always Leads To Another

Kaitlyn

Are you ever at a point in your life where you wonder what could've been? Like when you're waiting in a doctor's office. And you keep thinking about all the things you could be doing better with your time? Like rollerblading, or eating ice cream?

Its not like I could have thought about that now as I was being held captive by god knows who.

The two men in suits did nothing but sit for hours. The taller one, who managed to take his suit jacket off by like the fourth hour, was throwing a tennis ball, the size of my face, against the wall behind me.

Over and over AND over again. 

Every time that ball hit the concrete, I could feel thump in my bones. And they said being deaf was supposed to be peaceful. 

The second dude, practically an impersonator of Norman Bates did nothing but stare at a newspaper, or me. 

But I did the best I could at ignoring both of them. Because I was NOT gonna cry. At least not anymore.

I wasn't gonna give up. 

So I closed my eyes and I analyzed the situation. 

No way to get out. No weapon, no idea how to fight. Yeah. I was definitely gonna die. 

I felt a tremor in the ground and opened my eyes to see two more men enter the room. One of them was the dude that always brought me my food. But the other one, he looked like Mr. Clean for some reason.

The one with the sunglasses said something to Dumb and Creepy, and they left the room. 

I stared as Mr. Clean walked towards me. He pulled up a chair and sat down. Sunglasses stood behind him, and pulled out a pad and pen. Handing it to his boss. 

For a few seconds, as Mr. Clean was writing, I caught myself staring at the scar on Sunglasses cheek. And thought it looked remotely familiar.

Mr. Clean held the pad of paper out as read it. 

We need to talk.

I frowned. 

The two men stared at me, expecting an answer. But seeing as how I was TIED UP. I wiggled my shoulders and motioned my head to my hands. 

This was gonna be a long ass night.