The Kidnapper

Chapter 4:

Jenny could feel the hot tears on her face. She felt slightly relived to see the pursuing cop lights from behind, but the fact that she could die still banged the side of head. Jenny pushed the rag out of her mouth and began to speak

"What are you doing? They aren't going to give up." Jenny was scared, but tried not to show it.

"Yes they will. All I have to do is aim a gun at your head and they'll give up. Your mine now." Jenny was terrified now. What can she do?

"What do you want with me? I've never seen you in my life!" Jenny didn't care now that her life was on the line.

She was ready to tear this man apart limb by limb. She continued to scream at him, not caring that her life was in danger. She wouldn't go out like this. She didn't want to be remembered as the mousy little girl who couldn't stand up for her own life. If she died, she would die fighting.

"I have had enough! You have put my mom and I through hell! Stop the damn car and let me out!" Jenny was now screaming so loud, the man put his hand to his ear. He slammed on the breaks and Jenny felt a hint of whiplash.

"Look kid, you need to shut your mouth before I splatter your brains all over this car. Get it through your head. I don't care to kill some stupid little teenage drama queen. If I go to jail, so be it, but at least I wiped on spoiled brat off the Earth in the process. Now, shut up!" The man was right in her face now. She glared at him as if she were ready to kill him.

She leaned forward, their heads almost touching. "I don't think you want to mess with me." Jenny wasn't scared, not now.

"Oh, and why is that?" the man said, a smirk on his face.

"Your going to wish you would have stayed in that cop car now." Jenny grabbed he man's neck and began shaking him.

 Earlier, as he sped up, the cops lost him, but they were still coming. She kicked him in the head and punched him where her mom taught her to. He screamed in agony and melted in the seat. She kicked open the door, noticing they were in a neighborhood. 

"Help! Somebody! He's trying to kill me!" Jenny screamed. She continued to scream and noticed a porch light flicker on. A woman walked out with a gun in hand.

"Help me! Over here! Please! He's trying to kill me!" Jenny's throat now hurt. The man had opened his door, trying to stand. He looked awful, but that gave Jenny pride. She began running towards the woman's house when she noticed a large man had stepped out.

"Hey! Over here! Help me!" She didn't give up. She was at the steps when she heard the woman calling the police. 

A little girl now stood behind the man, looking terrified. The man grabbed Jenny by the shirt and pushed her behind him.

"He has a gun!" The man turned towards her. 

"What's going on!" he said, his voice deep, but full of worry.

"He kidnapped me and held a gun to my head. He escaped the cop car. This is the second time he's got me." Jenny was so scared.

What if this man got killed because of her? He has a family. The little girl looked about five or six and was now crying. Jenny instantly grabbed the little girl and consoled her as she did her little cousins. She told her everything would be okay and the girl calmed a bit. The man stepped out the door, yelling into the darkness.

"Show yourself. I have a rifle and I know how to use it." with that Andrew stepped into the glow of the porch light. The man lowered his rifle in shock.

"Andrew?" the man said. " Leave Jenny alone."