Little Cigars Little Muffins: Racetrack Higgins

Chapter Eleven

The dark New York streets seem to be getting longer by the minute. My stomach is doing flips, I just need to get home. My mind can't help but wonder what would of happened if Race didn't leave. My fear would of been replaced with laughter and I wouldn't be dragging my feet on the ground. I wonder if Race is having regrets, I wonder if he even cares. Suddenly a stick snaps and it is apparent I am not alone. I wash of fear and hope washes over me. Maybe Race followed me, maybe I can apologize.
"Race?" I turn around to see two silhouettes in front of me.
"You must be lucky" one of them say. Lucky me, I somehow found two people who know Race. "Are you guys friends" this causes an audible laugh. Great, I found people who want something from Race, what are the chances.
"Look if you are looking for leverage, I'm not it" I am not about to explain to these people our situation. Think of something to say, "besides I've got work in the mourning" lie, I have tommorow off for the Sabbath.
"Oscar, something tells me, she still can still work for leverage" suddenly I am being charged. One thing my dad taught me was to run towards the person attacking him. It causes brief confusion. However in the moment I just stand still, I don't know why, I could out run them.
"Whatever Race owes you, I can assure you I will not expedite the process of you getting it" I say whilst being thrown over one of their shoulders. I don't know why I am not fighting. I know that now I have no chance of making it physically, so I should negotiate. But what about Sophia, she needs to eat and go on a walk in the mourning. What am I going to do. "I have a dog that needs feeding. Can you just please let me know". How lucky of me, to be getting kidnapped.
"Can you shut up for one second" one of the boys say.
"I will if you tell be why I am being held for ransom"
"Let's just say that the possibilities are endless" the other boy says.
"He stole my brass knuckles and I want them back" the one says. But all I can think about is hypocrite, he's allowed to steal but am not.
"To be honest I just want to show him whose boss" they speak to each other and not me. I cannot believe I am letting myself be held for ransom by these two numskulls.
"To be honest your rather pretty. Don't know how Race caught you" the one boy jokes to the other. Are they even aware that I am here, of course they are, they are kidnapping me.
"Correct me if I'm wrong Morris but we seem to be the ones to have caught her" they laugh like maniacs. Well it is actually quite a low laugh but to be it couldn't be more annoying.
In a short walk I am being brought to the paper distribution center, and I am being walked up the stairs and thrown in a storage closet.
"If you really are lucky, you should be out of here by tommorow night" the one nitwit says though the door, "but I might not inform him until tomorrow".
Why didn't I put up a fight, I could of ended this? I could be home with Sophia. Why did I fight with Race? He could of walked me. Why am I so stupid?
Digging around I found some fabric that I balled up to make a pillow, and a sheet to be used as a blanket. Even with these finds, I just lie awake. I am not sure if it because of the uncomfortable closet or how my mind keeps wondering back to Race. All of the different outcomes to tonight if I would of just watched mouth. The closet remains dark, I have no idea how long I have been in here, and it has only just begun. What seems like days could only be minutes. I'm scared.
What seems like a day passes and I hear some ruckus outside. Sounds like the newsboys are here. Wait, if I can hear them does that mean they can hear me?
I begin to shout, asking for Race. Basically pleading, hoping someone can hear me. Outside I hear a shout and then quiet. This only makes me shout louder maybe they can hear me.