Taken

It felt like I was in a car because I could feel the bumps we hit. I just went into tears because I had different scenarios going through my head on what would happen to me. But as soon as I started crying, I felt something or something rubbing my head. I started yelling and kicking hoping I could hit the person and make my way out but having something over your head makes that kind of hard. I kicked over and over again and I think I had hit him because then after that he punched me in my stomach.

He told me if I ever tried that again he would hurt someone I loved. I immediately stopped. He started to pet me, and I moved my head. I still didn't recognize the voice, but I just had a feeling that it was Josh. I said his name to just see if my hunch was right but there was no reply.

It felt like I was in that car for hours. I even fell asleep. I don't know how I could have fell asleep in my situation, but I did. We finally reached our destination I think because the car stopped moving and the car door on the other side opened. He untied me and he put on the ground. Now was my chance to run. To run away even if I didn't know where I was and that I couldn't see where I was heading but I just had to get away. I was running until I had the man pull setting from his car. Suddenly, I feel this sting in my arm and in my leg. I fell to the ground and all I could fell was pain my and leg. He shot me. This lunatic shot me. He walked over to me and picked me up. He whispered that that's the punishment I got for trying to run away from him and that if I ever did that again he would shoot me in the head. He put me back in the car and began to drive again. In my head I wondered if he knew I was going to run so he tried to see if I would run to put fear in me and hope that I would give up. But I will never give in to this, this monster.

It felt even longer than before but he stopped again but this time he left me in the car. A few minutes later he came back in and I heard the crumbling of a wrapper. I was over here starving, and this guy was eating. I'm starving. But for once I should think about getting out of here rather than thinking about food.