Kidnapped

It gets worse before it gets better 😭

He walks slowly to see what I would do and as soon as he got to gas station door I turned the car, did a 180 degree turn and drove off with the door opened. SHOTS FIRED, omg I'm about to die, he's trying to kill me I was crying hysterically asking God to show me the way home because at this point I do not know where I'm at. This man literally shot at my car but by the grace of God he missed it. I'm in a unfamiliar place, no lights, dark roads, and no people out. As I was driving, I see a car come from behind me and then it got on the side of me, I looked and it was the guy in some other dudes in the car. He swerved to try to run me off the road but I started to drive faster. This had to be a set up, they had to know what was about to happen for him to already be in another car that quick with other people. Suddenly I heard gun shots "God please help me, I never needed you like this, not to this point where my life is literally on the line" I prayed. I turned down a street that I never knew was there and drove 100 miles per hour. They are still trying to chase me in their car, I finally somewhat lost them. I turned down another street, turned my lights off on my car and waited about 5 minutes before I left. I was terrified and there was nothing I could do. The whole time I had my phone and never thought to call the police or my parents. What was going through my head? They say you never know what you would do or how to respond until you are in a certain situation and clearly I didn't know what to do. I finally turned my lights on and drove back up the street until I seen lights. I turned left and I finally found the interstate. I continued to pray
"God help me find my way home, I need you like never before". I kept driving and then I see the sign that says my city is 10 miles ahead take exit 13. I started to speed a little and I got another phone call From my mother and she was like "where you at I been trying to call you" my response was "I was helping this lady because they was having car problems" I was so terrified to tell her what happened that I thought of the quickest lie that came to me. "Mama I'm almost home I'm about to pull up" I said crying but not showing it in my voice. As I'm headed home i started to bam on the steering wheel saying "why would I be so careless? How could this happen to me? Am I not worthy enough? I should have killed him when I had a chance. I literally was contemplating on finding him before he found me but I could never see his face. He had on all black with a black hoodie, and a black bandana over his face. I would never know who that is. I started to regret that I didn't do more, I could have called the police but I didn't, I could have called my parents and told them but I didn't. My mind was in distraught.

So I pulled up home grabbed the food and took it upstairs. "Why is my food cold and where you was"? My mother asked. I quickly responded and said I was helping this lady with her car and walked away to go to my room. I threw my food away, got in my bed, and cried myself to sleep. I could not believe that I was held hostage and almost got Raped and Killed. I'm a whole dude out here and this just happened to me. I couldn't do anything, or say anything. I chose to live in hurt and fear. This was about the worse that it could get for me other than death. The next morning I tried to avoid my parents so much while getting ready for school because my eyes was puffy and I cried so much that they were red. "What's wrong with you", my mother asked? "I was praying" I responded with a lie 🤦🏽‍♂️ I couldn't tell them what happened. The bathroom was pretty much my comfort zone during this time of hurt. I cried some more then got myself together to drive to school. I was so paranoid to go outside because I just knew that he was looking for me. I knew that if I went somewhere then I would be killed because all I could remember is "If you leave, I'm going to find you and kill you". I was terrified. I didn't want to drive my own car because of the memories, I didn't want to go to school, and I definitely didn't want to be bothered with people. As I get to school I see my best friend and I looked at her and said "I was kidnapped last night". She looked at me "stop playing"  she said while Laughing "you didn't get kidnapped" I responded quickly and said "YES I DID". She thought I was joking the whole time but I was more shocked that she literally didn't believe me and laughed in my face. What kind of friend would do that, I was so mad that all I could do was walk away. The bell rung and I went to class to lay my head down because I was not in the mood to be bothered. "Are you ok today"? Asked my teacher, "I'm fine I'll be ok" I responded. What am I suppose to say? I got kidnapped? I felt like if my best friend laughed at me then who else would. I trusted her before I even told my own parents because I knew it would hurt them to their hearts if I told them so I went days with out telling them. The day went by and i got home from school and my mother was like "what's wrong with you, you know I know you" she said, "nothing is wrong with me I'm fine ma", I responded. I went to my room and started to cry again, (I KNOW YOU GUYS ARE LIKE THIS MAN CRY SO MUCH) but I never cried as much as this. I started to pray and then I started to sing a song that God gave me in the midst of this. I started to sing :

"it's a touch from God,
which made me strong,
and helped me move on,
it's one touch from you,
I know it's true,
What I have to do,
Is to get closer to you"
(Song: Touch by Priince LaVarius Gwinn)

The song was playing in my head that I went to the computer to record myself. It was a song that actually help me pull through this terrible week.  So I started writing the verses to the song and it just started to flow. Fast forward to Saturday, we went to a church for a conference in Pensacola, Florida (Mind you I got kidnapped on a Tuesday) we walked in the church and we stood in the back because it was so crowded. The praise and worship team began to sing:

"You are alpha and omega,
We worship you our God,
You are worthy to be Praised
We give you all the Glory,
We worship you our God,
You are worthy to be praised,"
(Song: Alpha and Omega by Israel & Nee Breed)

I suddenly broke down and blurted out "I was kidnapped" to my parents. They looked at me as i saw the hurt and pain in their eyes. They walked me outside as I cried hysterically. I couldn't hold it in anymore. We left the church early because they was in shocked. They called my brothers on the phone and told them to meet them at our House.

My brothers got there excluding my oldest brother because he was in Kentucky but he was on the phone ready to come down here and kill someone. They was asking me so many questions that I could not fathom what was going on. I could not tell them the full story because if I do then one of them will end up in Jail trying to find this man. My parents said "let's get the police involved" and I quickly responded "No, because I don't want to go through this anymore, I don't want to relive what just happened." They started to ask questions about what pump I was on and where was I parked and I told them. My parents went to that gas station and found that there was a camera pointing directly where my car was. I was appalled, this could be a break but I decided not to deal with the police. In my head I felt like they only help who they want to help. Young black man trying to do right, they wouldn't believe me if I told them.