Where are you going?

Chapter 35

Julia's POV:

"Shut the fuck up, Scott! Just take this and keep an eye on her!".

I couldn't see anything until after a while and I blew my hair out of my face.

It hurt several places on my body and I couldn't move the slightest.

When I said I got my sight back, I meant, I could look up to the dark ceiling while felling my body shake.

The movements and the noises only reminded me of a driving car and made me sick by thought of being trapped in a driving one. I could hear the wheels against the dirt road and the small stones hitting the car as a part of the dust.

My ankles and wrists were pinned down and tied to what felt like a wheeled stretcher and was the reason why I couldn't move.

It was originally pitch black in the place I was in, but because of the window to the front side of the van wasn't closed, a small amount of light slipped through and was painted all over my body. The pain prevented me from moving any part of my body for a while, but afterwards when I finally had all my senses back, I could slowly turn my head to see more of my surroundings.

I was right.

I was tied up to a stretcher in what looked like a van with a metal bench on each side and a window to the front seats, but I couldn't turn my head enough to be able to see inside of that.

I could slightly jiggle my lower body, but my wrists were tightly tied to the metal bar attached to the rest of the bed, and so was a big part of my upper body, making it impossible for me to move around. It even constrained my chest to move up and down, the way I needed, since it was getting harder to breathe normally, and I felt my heart starting to beat uncontrollably.

At that moment, it felt like I was running a marathon with the amount of adrenaline running in my blood, and I felt myself start to become more and more nauseous, and I wanted to scream more and more.

Time went on and I calmed down, thinking about Colby about the last thing that happened before I ended here, but I couldn't find an explanation to all of this.

I knew that there were people behind me, and I heard that one of them was keeping an eye on me, yet I never met his eyes when I turned to look at the small window.

Wait! What was the name though?

His name... I knew it... something reminded me of it at least.

Aah fucking think, Julia!

My brain went crazy over the smallest I guess, because I didn't stop there. It was on the tip of my tongue, but not just that, I had a feeling it was important for me to know this. But it didn't make any sense until my brain finally recollected its memory, and I drew the lines.

Scott.

Someone yelled Scott.

Scott wasn't there when I was looking at Colby and Diego in the kitchen at aunt Liss'.

Oh no! Aunt Liss! I hoped she wasn't involved in this, if one of her men was the one behind all of this.

I knew I was drugged and so was Colby probably too, maybe by Diego or maybe Diego was tied up in another van as well.

I was asking too many questions and I had to draw a line, but that's kinda hard when you're the only one in a room and you're being kidnapped.

This was what Aunt Liss was talking about and why I needed protection. Because I was immune to the virus of course.

They were probably a part of the gang the government was controlling, and they were taking me to a place where they could use my DNA.

The nausea hit me again, since the thought of actually being used like this, of getting kidnapped and perhaps even put Colby in danger because of it.

If he was drugged up at Aunt Liss' place I prayed for him not to come, look for me. I knew how much he would fight to find his friends, and I couldn't let him do that just to find me and most likely get killed.

I had to get out of here.

They had drugged me and was transporting me, to a place where I would be more outnumbered than I already was and so I would have to act now before it was too late. I needed time and I needed that no one could know that I was trying, since I didn't know what they would do if they found out and I definitely didn't need to be drugged again.

One thing at a time though, cause right now I couldn't even move. I thought for a while as I was trying out different methods, but they were only a success in my head and the time went on as my head got more and more tired from the pressure.

But as I was trying to jiggle my way out, I could sense that one of the metal bars, that my right wrist was tied to, was loose.

The bed was steady and was not rusty, but I could feel that the one metal bar had a couple fewer screws to the rest of the bed and so figured that if I got the bar off of the bed, I would technically have a free hand. I would just also have a strong and sharp metal bar attached to my wrist.

But again, one thing at a time.

I tried again, bringing my fingers as far as I could to reach the last loose screw. I finally got it and heard the small piece of metal hit the big metal floor, making a noise making it a lot more noticeable to what I was doing. I then quickly brought my free hand to the other tied one and undid the tape and rope that was responsible, but I wasn't far before Scott took notice.

"Shit! Oh, you bitch. Yo Diego, she's awake and is trying to get out of the bed!"