Samantha.
"Get in the car." He says sternly.
"What?" Did I hear him right?
I take a step back and look around. He is defintely not talking to me, is he?
"I said get in the car... Samantha.." He says clearly reading my name off my nametag.
From this moment forward i deem nametags dangerous. The way my name rolls off this strangers tongue has my core burning, when it shouldn't.
"I- I don't know you!" I yell out of panic.
People around the area look at us breifly before continuing on their daily routine.
"You're causing a scene, just get in.." he says through gritted teeth. He leans over and swings the passenger door of his 2023 red dodge charger open. The red door nearly hits me and I skip back to avoid it. I stare at him quizzingly.
"Just get in!" He shouts startling me so bad I hop straight in without giving it another thought, slamming the door behind me.
I sit in the passenger seat my arms clutch desparately at my messenger bag, and I am staring straight ahead out the windshield.
He slaps his hand to his face again and sighs mumbling something under his breath. He turns and looks at me again. His eyes burning holes in the side of my face but he doesn't say anything. He just sighs some more.
He reaches over across my lap suddenly. His face is inches from mine. Is he trying to kill me?! My breath hitches in my chest and I am afraid that if I let it out I won't be able to take another one. Again he stares at me intensely with those eyes. Those eyes that remind me of the beautiful ocean, and not to mention makes me wet like one.
This is weird. I am practically getting kidnapped in broad daylight but something about him makes me unable to think clearly or act accordingly. Is it kIdnapping, if i willingly got in the car? Was it willingly?
He closes his eyes, inhales and releases a shaky breath.
Oh god, he is some sort of hot perv murderer psycho.
What should I do?
"I want to get out!" I shout my voice cracking from anxiety.
His eyes jolt open. He swiftly grabs the passenger seat belt, crosses it over me and slams it in, securing me to my seat.
I take that as a no.
The light isn't even green yet and he is speeding off to god knows where.
Do I throw myself from the car?
Do I grab the wheel?
After a few minutes of going what felt like quadrouple the speed limit and he begins driving at a normal pace.
I have to do something.
I reach into my bag and slide up the locked screen to reveal the key pad. Thank god for the emergency call button.
Just as I press the red button and it starts to ring the stranger shoves his hand into my bag and throws my phone right out the driver's window.
I can't even react fast enough to grab it or yell.
I look at him stunned then turn to my door trying to pry it open but it is locked.
I decide to yell out the window, but it too is locked.
"What the fuck is happening?!" I yell, which causes my kidnapper to flinch. I am freaking out now, free from my prior state of shock and reality punching me in my chest. My chest that is growing tighter every second against my hammering heart. Shit, the worse time to have a panic attack. The tears swell in my eyes and i force my head between my knees as I began to hyperventalate
Breathe Samantha breathe. I think to myself. My mind is swirling with unanswerable questions. Am I gonna get out of this alive? Worse, is he gonna rape me? Its arguable but I think thats worse than death! Am I gonna be able to see Alex again? He needs me.
I am sobbing heavily at this point, my body trembling in the seat. I feel the roots of my hair popping out of my scalp as I fist my braids tightly with my cold numb hands.
The car stops abruptly and I don't even bother to look as to why. The inability to breath properly is causing my vision to come and go and little white dots to dance before my eyes.
The passenger door swings open and my seat belt is ripped off, literally.
He snatches me out the seat and I yelp in fear as I am slammed into his hard chest. He holds me against him, my face craddled to his chest as he turns us around. His back slides down against the back door until we we are bunched together on the gravel.
"Breathe Samantha." He whispers sweetly. I hiccup and sob in his arms. I try to push him away but he keeps me locked between his strong arms and chisled body.
"Please, let me go!" I struggle harder. " I have a child waiting for me."
"What?!" He gasps suddenly pulling me away from his chest to search my eyes for decete.
I knod, the look in his eyes taking my words away from me again.
"Don't worry," he whispers grabbing me by the back of the head and forcing my face into the crook of his neck. "You will see them again, I will not hurt you."
Oddly enough I begin to feel comforted by this stranger. Deep down inside I feel as if he is telling the truth. But what did he want from me and what was that look in his eyes? Was it pain?
I snuggle into him and hook my arms under his, hugging him back.
I feel like he needs to be comforted too. Look at me comforting my kidnapper. I don't know where I am but at this moment i am not scared. Pushed up against the side of the car only seeing red.