Protecting My Kidnappers

Chapter 8- World of Lies

-Jade's POV-

I start shivering in the cold wind, pulling my jacket tight around me.

I continue walking, even though I don't know where I'm going.

I regret everything I said, every last word.

I look back for second, and I can barely see the center. I realize how far I've gotten, but I don't want to go back. Maybe I do... Should I?

No, I'm just making everything worse.

Some tears stream down my cheeks, and I quickly wipe them away.

I see a car coming down the silent gravel road, which kind of surprises me, because this road only leads to the center.

The vehicle looks familiar, but I can't quite think of why.

"Grey truck... Grey truck... Grey truck." I say to myself, hoping it'll jog my memory.

I suddenly remember, and jump into the ditch to get away.

I hear the squealing of the tires as the driver slams on the brakes.

I run away as fast as I can, trying to concentrate on running and not on looking back to see who's following me.

A pair of strong arms grab me, holding me back from going any further.

"Go away!" I scream at the man who is pulling me to his truck, but he doesn't answer.

He picks me up, while I kick the air.

I'm literally thrown in the backseat of the grey truck, and the door slams shut.

I try to open it, but it won't budge. Dammit child lock!

"I'll deal with you when we get back." The man tells me, turning the vehicle around and driving back the other way.

His voice sounds familiar, in the strangest way.

I take out my phone, immediately phoning Leigh. The only person that isn't completely pissed off at me.

"Hello? Jade?" Her voice answers in a very worried tone, and I'm relieved to hear her voice.

"Please help me! It's the guy from the grey truck!" I cry out, not caring if my captor hears me.

"What?!? Where are you?!?" Leigh immediately panics, and I hear more voices in the background.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!?" The man scolds at me, reaching back and snatching my phone.

He opens the window and throws it out, and I want to cry so badly.

"Let me go! What do you want from me?!?" I yell at him, tears starting to stream down my face.

He holds up a gun, pointing it directly at me.

"Don't make me shoot you." He warns, and I stay silent.

He puts the weapon down again, concentrating on the road.

I sit back and don't dare to say another word, wanting to live through this.

I look out the window, trying the other door handle in hopes that he forgot to put child lock on this one.

I tug hard, but to no avail. This one is locked too.

I sit in the seat, pulling my knees to my chest.

I continue letting tears stream down my face, realizing there's no way I'm getting out of this, at least not right now.