TIFFANYS POV
"RYLEE!? RYLEE ILL FIND YOU DONT WORRY KEEP CAL-"
A hand covers my mouth and I'm forced to stop mid sentence. I start kicking and screaming to the best of my ability but nothing's working. I see Rylee getting thrown into a trunk and I start to cry. No. Not now, I don't have time to cry right now. I hear a soft voice in the back of my head.
"License plate Tiffany, look at the license plate."
I begin to elbow the guys holding me and sprawl my head to as far to the left as I can.
AS98Yb3
I keep repeating it in my head.
AS98Yb3
"Just put her in the back, the other bitch ended up taking up all the space in the trunk." Some guy says.
"Pay attention to their voices." The voice says again.
Okay, AS98Yb7 husky voice and wearing all black. What car is this? White van.
White van. Just fucking great, it screams kidnapper. They then cover my eyes with a black piece of fabric and I feel myself thrown into something, it has to be the back seat. The dumbass' didn't even tie my hands so I'm able to get a hold of my phone. I just have to figure out a way to call 911 without them noticing. Then I hear,
"Shit were out of gas!"
and I know that this is my chance.
