Distraction [z.m]

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"Will you at least let go of my arm?" I stumbled across the sidewalk with his hand still holding onto me.

"Not until we get to the car." He yanked my arm harder and my eyes watered.

"You're seriously hurting me." A tear ran down my cheek and I tried to push his hand off.

"Sorry." His grip loosened from my arm, but it stayed there.

We walked up to a black car with four doors and no tag. All of the windows were tinted, and the tires were blacked out.

"Alright get in." He let go of me and waved toward the open door.

I didn't argue and silently made my way to the first seat in the back and plopped down.

Dust flew in the air, or maybe dirt. Cigarette burn holes filled the roof and seats, and chip bags and water bottles were left in the floorboard.

"Do y'all live in this car?" I whispered under my breath as the men piled in, each one taking off their masks.

No one replied while the car cranked and we span out of the parking lot.

I can't believe I'm doing this.
"Why did you take me with you?" I yelled over the sound of police sirens.

"You saw who I was. The cops would have asked all of you what I looked like. You would have told. And that can't happen." He said as we turned a sharp curve.

"God, Zayn." one of the men huffed under their breath.

Maybe that was directed toward the driver?

I sat back in my seat and didn't say a word until we pulled up in a gravel driveway.

A small camera moved over to 'Zayn' and a small laser scanned his face.

"This must be a high tech place." I said out loud after we parked the car.

"Just stay with me. They don't know you're here." He said, leading me through a metal door.

"Who doesn't know?" I said as we all made our way in, my question being answered when I see a dozen more men.

All of their faces are revealed this time, and they don't have machine guns in their hands.

I see Zayn and the others walk through another door, leaving me behind them.

I quickly rushed up to him and he stopped me. "Stay here."

I turned around, not willing to argue, and found a chair by the door.

I left everything at the restaurant, including my phone. I'm focused on the wall when I hear loud mumbling in the other room.

"What are we gonna do with her?"
"She's already seen us, so we have to kill her."
"She has to become a part of us now. We can't let her leave knowing about this."
"We can't hurt her, she's a girl. Come on."
"Since when has that shit ever mattered to you?!"

My head is spinning and I'm suddenly uncomfortable. I feel nauseous and all of this is giving me a headache.

What's going to happen to me?