Hunted in the Woods

Chapter 2

This is a fairly short chapter but enjoy and feel free to leave a like or comment.

-Kat

I groaned and could already feel a headache starting. I tried to bring my hand up to my face and realized my hands were being held together. I opened my eyes and seen two zip ties holding my hands together in front of me. I looked around and noticed I was laying in the back of the van, the metal cold against my cheek. I tilted my head back to see my captors, I could just see them over the small window. The driver and the passenger were both white males with  dark brown hair.

I thought about my phone in my right side pocket. I felt for it but it wasn't there, of course they would take it they would be stupid if they didn't. I looked out the back windows and noticed it was pitch black outside now. I must have been out for a couple hours now, and I don't know when they started driving or if they made several stops. I had no clue where I was.

I laid my head down on the van floor in defeat. I kicked the guys nose and there's a chance his blood got on the parking lot. They could do a DNA test to find the men who took me and figure out where they live. The police would find my car but wouldn't know I ran to a different vehicle away from my car, I was stupid for trying to help that man but how was I to know. Maybe the parking lot had security cameras that will show me running to the van.

I felt the van slow down and roll to a stop then turn. I want to move and look out the back window to see if there was a sign or something to show where I am, but I was scared to move and make the men mad. It also doesn't help that my feet and hands are zip tied together making it difficult to even try and sit up.

I started counting from 1 to 60 over and over to try and figure out how long we were driving I got to 15 and felt the van turn then slow to a stop. The van doors opened then slammed shut. I held my breaths and waited for them to come to the back. Poor Mason is going to grow up without his Mom, all because I tried to help that horrible man. I remember watching an episode of those crime shows and it said if they let you see their face you are as good as dead.

I felt tears rolling down my cheeks and my chest tighten. I waited for several minutes, heard the van doors then felt the van move a bit then stop again.

What are they doing?

I heard the van doors slam shut again then nothing. I laid still for a few more minutes the decided to look out the back window.

I rolled onto my hands and knees, I did my best to move to the small black window in the back. I rolled back onto my heels and stood up and pressed my face into the window. It was dark out and I could see a parking lot with several other cars and what looked to be a motel. I looked around for a sign but couldn't see one from this angle. I kneeled down again and made my towards the front of the van. I stood up again, the front of the van was a mess. Fast food bags, cups, candy bar wrappers and more littered the floor and console. I looked out the front window and seen two motel doors separated by a large window. The motel was white but very dirty and looked worn down. I kneeled back down then sat with my back against the side of the van.

I closed my eyes and just listened to any sounds around me. Maybe I could bang on the back of the van door for help. But I didn't see anybody around and very few cars parked. What if they killed the person I flagged down for help.

I felt defeated and my body felt exhausted. I let my head fall back and felt tears fall down my cheeks.

I wanted to scream and break something, how could this be happening to me. I mean I'm no angel but I didn't do anything to deserve this. I felt my hands curl into fists and grabbed my leg.

"NO NO NO NO NOOO!" I felt a scream rip through my throat then heavy sobs in my chest. I wasn't done fighting, but right now I need to deal with my emotions so I'm ready for them when they come get me.