Get Outa There!

I gripped onto my steering wheel tighter watching his smug face. No way was I going to that place that just opened. These dudes were shady as hell and I was ready to bolt for it.

I hit the gas pedal hard as I flung back onto the driveway. The guy barked something into a microphone as I made my escape. The van that was stationed at my house burned some rubber as it started to chase after me.

I quickly rushed out of the neighborhood making as many turns as I could to lose the ominous white van. They at least didn’t shoot at me. As I made my way into town I noticed three more- identical- vans start to follow me as well. Some took turns probably to cut me off.

I turned at the McDonald’s only to find a van blocking the road there. I started to reverse and groaned at another van turning the corner. With a last ditch effort I hopped out of my car and ran to the McDonald’s praying someone would help me in there.

Before I even reached the door I felt someone tackle me into the hard pavement. My sides hurt as he crawled on top of me. I tried to push him off but he just ended up pinning my arms above my head with one hand. His other hand pulled out a cloth as I started to kick at the air.

His wild brown eyes seemed to be enjoying it as he put the cloth over my face. I held my breath and tried to fake my struggles faltering. He didn’t seem impressed.

He lowered to my ear, his husky voice making my heart surge with fear. “Not a good actor sweetie.” I closed my eyes and conserved my breath as his own distracted me. His hot breath tickled my ear. “Don’t lose that fight in you when you get there.”

I felt my lungs start to ache as I tried to hold out longer. Eventually I had to give up and took a loud gasp of air. The sweet substance on the material made my head swim as I finally got some sort of air. Gasp after gasp my body eventually felt too heavy to even move. My thoughts slowed and my breathing evened out- much to my distaste. I passed out.