run away / Ashton Irwin ( English )

5.

'I have her.' My eyes want to open, but they are to heavy. I'm still weak, too weak to open my eyes, too weak to open my mouth or to make a sound, too weak to move my body. Even too weak to remember what happened. But not too weak to listen.

'I'm sure, she's the one.' It's a low voice, a man. I hear cars on the background, passing by. Maybe I sit in a car. The man can't put an unconscious girl in the middle of the street, grabbing everyone's attention. That would be suspicious.

'Come over tomorrow to see if I have the right girl, instead of yelling in my ear, asking if I have the right one.' Says the man with an annoyed tone in his voice.I hear the man-voice yelling harder at the other side of the phone. I don't understand what he just said, or should I say, yelled.

'Than you come over when you're back, when will it be?' He asks, the annoyed tone is still present in his voice. I hope it won't be too soon. Who knows what they will do if I'm the right girl.

If I'm the right girl. What did I do wrong? Maybe because I stole a shopping cart and ran away with it around town? But I brought It back though.

'Okay, I'll see you then.' He says, but the voice on the other side of the phone yells something. 'Wait.' The rest of it sounds like muffles.

'Yeah. I have to leave you, I'm home.' The man says. I can hear him moving and opening, what I suppose, the car door, who is quickly closed again. So I am in a car. I hear a door opening again, this time closer to me. A cold wind blows in my face, letting my quiver more.

Strong arms picking me up. I think he feels me shaking from the cold, because he holds me stronger and closer to his body. He rubs his hand on my arm, what really looks uncomfortable, but it is warmer.

I can hear every step he takes, because of the stones covering the ground. There is a moment of silent and I feel something cold against my knees. It looks like he's playing with it. It sounds like metals bumping against each other. A bit later I got trough that it were keys, he is probably looking for the right key. The sound stops and soon enough he's walking again.

He lays me down on something soft, a bed. It feels like I'm drowning in the bed, so soft. I get something warm on me, a banket. It will probably be the last good thing this month. And I don't look up to it.

'Who does?' My mind tells me.

'The man who kidnapped me.'

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Not so good, but it's a little snak peek about what will happen in the next chapter and in wich situation she sits right now.

Hope you like it so far.

- Céline