Cold, dark, scared, and lonely. These were the only words that I could use to describe how I felt as I sat curled up in a corner of a grimy run down bedroom-shaking. My blonde tuft of hair knotted, face stained with tears, and body covered with bruises and cuts. I wore an oversized, navy dirty men's long sleeve shirt and men's black sweatpants. The sleeves and pant legs come down past my arms and legs.
"The bitch is mumbling to herself again." A tall man with a mask said in annoyance as he glared at me with cold brown eyes. He wore all black with a pair of grey sweat pants. It was hard to tell but he seemed to be in his late 20's. He stood guard at the entrance of the room. A second man, who looked to be in his mid 30's, wore a mud brown hoodie and sat at a dirty table as he ate a microwaveable meal. He had black tresses slicked back with a hair gel. He rolled his green eyes as he grossly chewed the food.
"Just ignore her, for now. Besides, any moment now we should be getting a call from little miss Holmes daddy saying he has the money." When finished eating he let out a burp before wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his sweater. Standing from his spot at the small table, he then chuckles as he walks into the room, causing me to become silent. With a growl he lifted his leg, kicking me in the ribs causing me to yelp out in pain.
"You know, I thought you would've been more talkative, Emily. From what I heard, you're quite the chatterbox." He reaches forward grabbing her by her hair. "But here you are, silent as a ghost for three days straight, only mumbling prayers to your dumbass god." Tears fell from my eyes when I slowly shifted mine to meet with his. The ringing of a phone fills the gloomy home. The man in black reaches into the pocket of his sweats to pull out his cell and picks it up.
"I can't wait to bring you to your scum of a dad. It's going to be so enjoyable to see his face when he sees you looking like shit." My body shook at his words. Not from fear, but more out of anger.
"K-karma." The man shook his arm causing me to groan in pain.
"What's the bitch saying?" he asked.
"K-karma is gonna hit you hard," I said with a dry and scratchy throat.
"Tch." He slammed my head to the beat-up wooden floor.
"Pretty big words from a piece of trash that's close to death's door."
"Dane." The man in black just hung up his phone.
"It was the negotiator. Time to head out and bring this to an end." The man who was known as Dane smiled in excitement.
"Hear that, Emmy? Your daddy wants his little angel back." He walked past his partner. "Take her to the van."
After a few hours had passed, I rolled around in the back of the van. Many times I would hit my head or get thrown into the walls of the vehicle from the men's crude driving. Slowly I started to make my way to the door of the van and shakily peek out the small window. The once smooth paved roads have now become rough roads made of dirt and stones. From what I overheard from my captors, the meeting was to take place at the bridge in a small forest reserve that's just outside of town. A place that I'm very familiar with.
The sun shined on me, both blinding me and causing a small amount of heat to warm my face. For three days I haven't seen or felt the sun and it shone so brightly as if to say that all bad things are coming to an end and all will be great again. The van came to a sudden stop.
The captors left the van and stood at the edge of a bridge that led over a calm river. On the other side of the bridge stood well-dressed men; all between their 40's to '60s. The man on the left was African American and wore a cop uniform, on the right was a caucasian man who was the negotiator. He wore a trench coat and held a briefcase that held the money my captors ordered. In the middle of the two men was none other than my father, Robert Holmes. He stood there glaring at the two men. He recognized them from a case he worked on close to a half a year ago.
Dane Williams and Nathan Barns. They were arrested for a killing spree of seven young women and four young men. He had won the case which sentenced them to life in prison with no way of parole. Before they were taken away, Dane had threatened everyone in the courtroom that he would make their lives a living hell. Mr. Holmes never took the threat seriously for he himself has been threatened many times and never had it been seen through. It seemed that he was fulfilling his promise. A month ago there was a report of Mr. William and Barns who had escaped prison and guess who their first target was?
"It's good to see you, Robert," Dane says with an insane smile across his lips. The man in the trench coat stepped forward.
"Where is Ms. Holmes?" The man asked in a stern demanding tone. Nathan walked around to the back of the van and unlocked the doors. I came tumbling out with a thud. Nate grabbed me by my upper arm and pulled me to my feet, bringing me to the bridge.
"Emily!" My father yelled out. The officer held his arm out to keep my dad from running towards us. I lifted my bruised face, making eye contact. As soon as our eyes met, tears broke from both of our eyes.
"Now here's how this is going to go down," Dane starts as he pulls out a gun that was tucked in the waistband of his pants and placed it against my temple. My body tensed in fear. "The man in the coat is gonna slowly walk over and hand over the money that we demanded. Only then will we hand over the girl." The man nodded and slowly made his way over the bridge. With each step that he took towards us gave me a small bit more hope that my nightmare was almost over.
He was an arm's length away when he handed over the case full of money. Snatching it from his hand he kneels down and opens the case to see it was filled with many bills. Looking up to his partner, he motions for him to hand me over. With a rough shove, Nathan shoves me into the arms of the negotiator. Dane points his gun towards me.
"Now, make your way back. When you reach the end of the bridge you let us drive off." Dane instructed. With a nod, we slowly made our way across the bridge, the negotiator holding me close. Each step we took, a smile of relief spread across his face, causing my heart to swell in warmth.
But then, in an instant, that feeling disappeared. All feelings vanished except for the blaring pain that spread across the back of my head. Dane had shot his gun, and the bullet planted itself in the center of the back of my head. I heard another gunshot that came from the cop. Everything around me began to fade to black as tears blurred my vision. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as the pain flooded through my body. The pain was unbearable, but not as unbearable as seeing the panic that my father's face as he ran towards me. With the last bit of my consciousness, I reach out my hand towards my father, a sad strained smile upon my lips. Then everything went black.
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God Has Other Plans
Fanfiction(On Hold) Home, family, friends, life. All of it seems to have been turned upside down for the poor Emily. Having a normal life only to find herself kidnapped and face death. She expected to be reunited with God. But is it possible that instead of d...
