One Night

I couldn't stop staring at him as he walked away….emptiness started engulfing my whole being, but why would I feel like this when this is my first time ever meeting this mysteriously handsome man. Noticing how lost I was feeling, I turned around and grabbed my belongings and hailed the next taxi that came flying down the street.

Before jumping straight into the taxi and allowing the driver to put my stuff in the trunk I say,

"Take me to that hotel across the street!"

"No problem!" The taxi driver says while literally tossing my bags into the back of his car like some crazed person.

"EXCUSE me sir, do you mind not handling my bags like some kind of hooligan?" Jeez I wonder what's stuck up his ass?

"..." This is awkward, because I know for a fact he just heard me ask him a question, I move towards the partition so that I can get a better look at this strange taxi driving man…..next thing I know my back slams into the seat. Because not only was this taxi driver rude, but he was driving like a maniac.

"MR. TAXI DRIVER!!!!?" Still he ignores me and continues to drive.

"Pull over right now! And let me out of this car!" I finally noticed that something was wrong…..is he not a real taxi driver? I look over to the ID picture of the taxi driver on the partition and notice that my taxi driver was supposed to be an old white man...not some crazy...looking in the rearview mirrors, I notice this man is ENORMOUS compared to the man in this ID photo.

Rushing back up to the partition, I stick my head through it and yell at the top of my lungs,

"I said pull the F**k over, or I'm calling the pol-" *BAM!* Grabbing my face wincing as tears started rolling down my face I knew that could only mean one thing, I had to get out of this car, because we were already far from the hotel I intended on staying the night at. Reaching for the door…..it wasn't there...the door handle was missing. I'm going to have to try and break one of these windows, putting all of my weight on one side of my body while bracing myself on my right elbow. I started kicking the window like crazy. Praying to God that I can make it out…*SCURR* I stopped kicking at the window, because all of a sudden the car came to a stop. I was stumbling to get upright...but before I knew it the door in front of me swung open, nearly flying off its hinges. I try to run, not remembering that there was no way that I could escape out of the other door. His big arms reach inside of the car and pull me out by my hair, slapping and scratching at my kidnapper hands to try and loosen the death grip he had on my hair. Noticing that it wasn't working, I try to scream, "HEL-!" *SMACK!* More tears started rolling down my face, instantly having a lingering iron taste in my mouth. I was bleeding…'NO! I have to fight' A surge of energy shoots through my body and I start kicking and punching, waiting for an opening so that I can make a run for it. But before I knew it, a huge fist came slamming down, landing right in the middle of my chest, clutching my chest as I tried to gasp for air….but there was none. With his monstrous hand still covering my mouth, I was basically suffocating. Scratching and pulling at his hand that was covering me, I desperately try to get air into my lungs. Then another one of his death punches came slamming down in the middle of my chest again and the next thing I knew was nothing because I was now plummeting into a sea of darkness...