The Grey Soul

CHAPTER IX

9
"I just wanted to kiss her and hold her."
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Amelia's POV
Friday, 5:37 PM.

Consciousness hit me like the plague. Immediately, the memories from before came flashing by. Reality hit me harder. I had been kidnapped. My heart felt like was in my throat. I was speechless. Before I could scream, my inner, sane self stopped me. It would be the worst idea to scream and inform the thugs that I was awake, even if I was frightened beyond death. I could practically feel my palms getting sweaty already. Only when I gained sanity did I focus on where I was.

I felt like I was in a moving car, my body would bounce every once in a while whenever the car hit a bump on the road. I felt weak and scared, and I didn't want to open my eyes, afraid of the unknown sight if I did. I had one burning question on my mind though. Where in the wide world was I?
If that wasn't enough, I had a strong headache that would increase by the minute.

However, I slowly peeled my eyes open regardless, only to meet darkness. I had indeed stayed conscious for a little while, but didn't dare open my eyes until now. I decided that I had to know where I was at least before planning my escape route.

When my eyes adjusted to the darkness, the first thing I noticed was how dirty and bloody my hands were and how they were chained together. But that was one of my least worries. My eyes immediately began roaming the area. I was most likely in the trunk, I concluded for myself. I was doubting because of how big it was. Then I noticed it. How sharp knives and riffles were laying on the ground around me. Cold shivers ran down my neck.

I started to shake and a small scream accidentally managed to escape my mouth this time. A face appeared in the small window. It was a handsome guy with big, pretty eyes. He sent me a smirk and turned around. I was weirdly creeped out by that.

"Jake, your girl is up", he said to this guy named Jake, I assumed. I twisted my face in ample confusion.

What is he talking about? Is he talking about me?

There was no way I could escape with those chains around my wrists and ankles. So I had to do it the other way.

"Let me go!", I screamed. The car hit a huge bump on the road, and my head hit against the truck wall. I hissed and bit my lip to prevent myself from groaning. I already had a strong headache and now I have an excruciating one. It felt like someone was hammering my head on a table, repeatedly.

"Pull over!", I heard someone holler from the front seat. I wouldn't dare look through the window and perhaps discover an army of guys there, waiting patiently to kill me. So I stayed put. At that point, I was trembling in fear. Were they going to rape me? Or worse, kill me? I didn't know anymore. I had a gut feeling telling me to not say anything, in case I say something that come across offensive to them which adds a reason to kill me to their list or something.

The car suddenly came to a halt and the sound of a car door opening and closing was heard. One of the guys must have jumped out of the truck. I tried swallowing the lump in my throat and prayed that he wasn't going to hurt me. Or maybe they were letting me go? I really hoped it was the latter part. But I am not dumb. I know that's not the case.

I was getting more desperate to escape by the thought of them hurting me. So I used the little energy I had trying to break lose from the chains. Impossible. My wrists and ankles were throbbing from the pain. All I could do was whimper in agony.

Suddenly, the back doors flew open. I was revealed to a familiar face. It was that guy that claimed he was my boyfriend a couple of days ago, in order to keep Nathan away. Why is he here though? I wondered suspiciously. As soon as our eyes locked, his face softened. His hair was a disheveled mess and he had small bags underneath his coolly, grey eyes. He took in my features and watched me attentively. I couldn't help but feel insecure and slightly frightened by his stare. Other than that, he looked like a decent person.

He slowly leaned in, I thought he was going to unchain me but instead he grabbed the duct tape. His gaze never left mine as he aggressively ripped a piece off of the roll. I flinched. He swallowed down hard and all I could do was shake my head and pray that he wasn't going to shut me up. Then I wouldn't been able to scream for someone to save me. I of course knew that he was going to duct tape my mouth shut.

"Please don't", I whimpered, my voice a little hoarse from screaming so much. It was to no use, he roughly applied it over my mouth without showing any remorse. I couldn't help the tears that started to well in my eyes when he shut the door in my face. I started moving my body aggressively, trying to get out of the chains but it only made my wrists and ankles more sore than before. The chains were so tight on my skin that it started piercing into my skin which created bleeding rashes.

I heard another car door shut and the truck sped off like lightning. All I could do was to pity myself and cry silently, pray that I would get out of this mess, alive.

Jake's POV
Friday, 5:51 PM.

As I sat down in the passenger seat, I strongly regretted the way I treated her. I was being aggressive. She was naturally scared, and all I did was to make her even more scared.

But I was nervous and scared as well.

Believe it or not, my intentions weren't to scare her or anything. My nerves kicked in, and I couldn't do anything about it other than act like a douche.

But most of all, I was mad at myself. I was mad at myself that I didn't plan this further and that it didn't go the way I prepared for. She is unpredictable, I was mad at myself for not predicting something like that about someone like her. And now, I am mad at myself for taking my anger out on her. I really am a douche.

Sometimes, I didn't know how to handle my anger. That's why I take my medications, but I stopped taking them. I wish I knew why.

As we drove back on the highway, I heard her silent whimpers from the trunk that would occasionally turn into sniffles. I wished I could've been there for her, but I wasn't mentally strong enough for her. I wished I could've held her and tell her that I wanted nothing else but for her to love me back the same way I adored her from far away. That I didn't want to intentionally hurt her in anyway. I only wanted to love her. She probably thought we were going to kill her instead. And I can fully understand why.

"Dude, that was harsh", William said from the back row. I couldn't help but roll my eyes and sigh internally. The worst part is that he was right, and he knew it all too well. But really, doesn't he think I already know that?

"Just mind your own business, please", I said slightly aggravated and annoyed. I pinched the bridge of my nose in order to slightly relieve the stress and anger.

I just wanted to kiss her and hold her.

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