Yoona Duke (Short Story Version)

Part: Five

Frank's expression changed dark and his shoulders slumped. Although he is dangerous, I try to give him a new image in my head, to distract myself. "You look like Mario and Luigi. Lame!" I make the letter "L" with my hand and brought it to my forehead.

"Be careful what you say, little girl," His voice was enraged. It's working. To distract him is key, and my last bit of hope.

"For real, go take a look at it," I point over at the dark filthy windows.

"You're lying!" Frank marches up to me. My heart immediately drops. Oh no! I've gone too far! I close my eyes froze to wait for an impact. I feel a swift wind hit my face. I held my breath and said a prayer. Oh gosh, don't hit me hard!

I stood and waited. I was still breathing. I was still standing. I was still living. I slightly opened my eye. Frank was gone. I then open my other eye. He was not there. I turn my head over towards the window though. There, Frank was hunched over, staring off into the window. He was examining himself and touching over his beard. I finally distracted him.

I looked over on the other side of me. A wooden old chair sat a couple feet away from me. I looked back at Frank. Still, he was preoccupied with his face viewing. Ever so quietly, I tip-toed to the chair. I wrapped my fingers around the head of the it and used all of my strength to lift it up above my head. With the chair above my head, I tip-toed behind Frank. I close my eyes and I take a huge deep breath. My arms trembled over my head. After a moment, I open my eyes, then and slammed the chair against Frank's back.

Without looking back I run to the wall phone. My legs struggled to carry my body as I ran. My hand, covered with splinters, grabbed for the phone. And my fingers throbbed as I frantically pressed down on the the buttons. My heavy breathing was louder than the ringer and my eyes stung from the tears escaping my eyes. I can't believe I did that. I can't believe I did that!

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" a voice spoke in my ear. The words felt like velvet to my ears and melted my heart.

I quickly try to catch my breath before I speak, "9-1-1? Help me, I've been kidnapped! I- I've hit a guy with a chair," I stuttered in between my sobs, "Please hurry!"

"Remain calm," the voice said in a mild manner, "what is your current location?"

I looked around and ended up looking at Frank's body. He still remained unconscious on the ground with wood chips piled on his back. Terror swept over me and I began to breakdown. "I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't," the words kept repeating after themselves. I couldn't comprehend now, my brain was not in order. I wasn't in order.

"Ma'am?"

"Help me! I'm in a deserted town! Get me out of here! I shrieked. "Get me out-" from the corner of my eyes, a figure rapidly approaches me. When I turned for a full look, in my face was Luke. A vicious, killer expression stares back at me and his hot breath hits me. I open my mouth and let out a scream. Then suddenly, a sharp pain strikes my stomach and everything goes black...

My eyes shoot open and let out a yelp as I blunty sit up. My lungs burn as I rapidly breathe. Cold sweat poured down my face and my neck. My pounding heart thumps hard in my chest and my ears faintly rings. As I try to calm my breathing, I look around my surroundings. The covers were only covering half of the bed, and a few pillows were laying on the floor. The light illuminating off the walls were coming from the TV. On the screen was the Scene Selections from a movie, besides me was a small black remote and a DVD case. The case illustrated a picture of an old shack with various clips of the main actor dodging, blocking, and running. The title on top was call: The Kidnapping.

I cuffed my head inside my hands and sighed deeply in them. A river of relief, mercy, and embarrassment washes over me. I feel foolish, and tricked. It felt too real, it was too real. I quickly examined the front and back of my hands. They seemed normal. Then I rubbed over my stomach, Nothing out the ordinary. It was just a dream, Yoona... I hung my head down in shame and shook my head in disapproval. Nice... I fixed my covers on my mattress and reached down for my pillows. I fluffed them out, laid them down and dug my head into him. The cool surface calmed me. "Don't worry, Yoona, It's ok. It was a bad dream. Go back to sleep..." I closed my eyes and tried to think on others things. After a while, I'll relaxed. But that's what I get for watching scary movies at 12:00 o'clock at night!