Chapter 8

Desiree's point of view

What have I gotten myself into. I've never dreamed of being kidnapped, let alone being kidnapped by someone I know. I know she recognized me, the look of recognition on her face before she kissed me confirmed it. I should have known she was dangerous the time I met her. Her aura was so mysterious and dark, I should have just left when I had the chance, now I'm going to get killed.

"you are so quiet back there, everything okay" she asks me as she racks her fingers through her hair

How the heck can she ask me such?. No matter what I say she is going to kill me.

"I have nothing to say" I say to her as I cross my arms in a defensive manner

what does she want me to do, sing kumbaya, why is she talkative all of a sudden?

"why are you so interested in me talking?" I ask when a series of personal and not so personal questions are thrown my way.

"I'm just trying to make conversation" she said with a sheepish grin

Okay it is official, she is crazy. How long is this ride anyway? I hope that she shoots me straight in the head, I do not want to feel pain as I die. I'm never going to see Mitch's annoying face, I'm never going to disturb Hailee again. Mom and dad will forget about me.my friends will forget about...

"why are you crying?" she asks me and in that instant I notice that there are tears flowing down my face.

"maybe because I'm going to die?" I answer and her silence confirms my suspicions and I start crying even more.

"please stop crying." She says as she turns her head just slightly, to make eye contact.

This makes me cry even more.

"please stop crying." She pleads as she nervously racks her fingers through her hair.

I only cry harder and sniffle loudly.

"I said stop fucken crying." She shouts as she bangs her hands on the stiring wheel And that shuts me up.

"damn it desire." She says as she sighs tiredly.

So she remembers my name, this means that she probably remembers that night of my birthday, not that she knew it was my birthday.

"I'm sorry for shouting okay, just please shut up" she says as she drums her fingers on the stiring wheel nervously.

Why is she being so nice and acting so nervous?, I should be nervous. I'm about to die and I know it. Her behaviour is making it hard for me to hate her and rationally think about the situation that I'm in.

"I'm not going to kill you" she says after a few minutes as if reading my mind.

"Then who's going to kill me" I ask the question that's plaguing my mind.

"No one is going to kill you" she says with an exasperated sigh.

"so why kidnap me" I ask as confusion clouds my mind.

"you have seen too much. I have to make sure that you don't rat me out" she says as she once again racks her fingers through her hair.

There is only one way to make sure of that and that is to kill me because lord knows that my big mouth will not stay shut when news is broadcasted and questions start circulating.

"that settles it then, you have to kill me because if you let me go I am definitely going to the police" I say with a little too much honesty.

This big mouth is going to get me killed

"that is the exact attitude that is making me second guess" she says as she drums her fingers on the stiring wheel a bit harder and faster.

Its official. I'm dead

"where are you taking me?" I ask after a few minutes of silence when I notice how vacant the area is.

We have been driving for quite some time now and my ass is killing me. She must be tired of driving, judging by the way she keeps on rolling her shoulders and neck.

wait, why the fuck am I thinking of her well being?

"you'll see when we get there, oh wait, you'll be knocked out before we get there" she answers with a sinister smile on her face.

How can she say that with so much calmness in her voice? I keep forgetting that she's a criminal. Oh lord if you let me live I promise to never bother my sister again. I'll wash the dishes without being told. I'll be kind to my brother, I'll do my homework...

"we are almost there. And unfortunately for you its nap time" she says as she slows down the car and eventually stops the car in the middle of nowhere.

"nap time? What am I 12? You're not my father...ouch... what did you do to me?" I exclaim as I feel a prick on my neck and a wave of dizziness hits me.

All of a sudden I feel very weak... God is it night time already? I feel so dizzy... What kind of strong drugs is she dealing with?

"you poisoned me you bu...

I try to say but Before I can finish my sentence I'm enveloped by darkness, but not before hearing her say.

"I'm really sorry for this"

Then I black out.