I frowned when a large figure sat in front of me. Even though the seats were slanted down, so no one was in your way, a chill rushed down my spine when I saw who it was; the creepy guy from the line. I crossed my arms across my chest in protest, even though it wouldn’t do anything. Ugh, I suppose I’ll just have to deal with him being here.
Mom patted my knee, “You want to go pick out your ball cap, sweetheart? I know it’s going to be a while for everyone to come out. This way you can show even more team spirit.” She added, nodding her head to my sports t-shirt and the one blue stripe, one red stripe painted on my cheeks. I nodded quickly in response. Dad handed Mom some money and asked me to get him one as well as we walked away. I skipped ahead of my mom, taking two steps at a time. “Slow down, Rhylee, the hats are going to be there all day.” She laughed.
“I want to get the best ones!” I replied over my shoulder without breaking stride. The crowds thickened as I ran down one of the hallways; everyone was getting to their seats now. I nudged between people, not bothering with ‘excuse me’ or ‘pardon’, but worried only about the pricy stands that awaited me.
“Rhylee, hold on, honey!” Mom called after me, but her voice sounded so small. I’d just deal with her anger later; until then, I’d wait for her at the stand.
When the stands came into view, I slowed down. My eyes scanned the shelves, looking at the different styles of hats. Did I want one that looked exactly like the teams, or did I want the different ones?
“Hey, little girl,” Someone said beside me.
As I looked over, I could barely register the fact that it was the creepy man from line, the one that was now sitting in front of me in the stadium. My brain slowed as I finally realized he had grabbed me, and was carrying me over his shoulder. No one seemed to notice as they all seemed too occupied with finding their seats. I couldn’t scream loud enough for them all to hear me; apparently the game had started, and everyone was cheering. Somewhere I heard Mom calling my name, and I wondered if she had seen any of this. I looked around, but didn’t see much, other than where we were headed; to the back of the stadium. “Put me down, you sicko!” I screamed, punching at his back and kicking at his front.
I had always seen those shows of girls being kidnapped, but you never think it could happen to you. Fear flooded through me as scared tears welled in my eyes. My screams echoed through the empty stone hall he was carrying me down. He ignored my actions and words as he carried me closer to the door. It was one of those ‘emergency exit’ doors, but he seemed to know where he was going. “Mom! Mom, Dad!” I shrieked through the halls, and tried to scream even louder when we stepped outside.
He kept walking until he reached a black van. The windows were tinted so darkly I couldn’t see inside. Only one thing ran through my mind; I couldn’t let him get me in that van. I screamed as loud as I could. My throat twisted and shot out, causing my screams to crack and change pitches. I didn’t care if I sounded like a wounded pterodactyl; I just knew I had to get someone’s attention. “SOMEONE, PLEASE, HELP ME!” I screamed.
“Shut up!” The man finally spoke, causing me to stop right away. He dropped me from his shoulder and stood me on the ground. Without missing a beat, he raised his fist and punched me in the jaw. The last thing I remembered was seeing his dark green eyes, barely hidden beneath his ball cap, and a slight smirk on his face.
“Mom…” I muttered as blackness took over. I heard the sliding of the van door and felt myself being lifted and thrown carelessly into the back. “Mom…”
“Rhylee, are you okay?” Justin asked as I gently woke up. The car was stopped outside of what looked like a nasty motel, and when I sat up to look closer, I saw I was right. I turned to look at him sitting in the driver’s seat, looking to me with concern. I quickly nodded my head in reply. Before I could answer the question I obviously wanted to ask, Justin shrugged. “I know, I know; but like you said, we should try to be a bit less conspicuous.”
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Rhylee has been a prisoner of this place for six years. They took her when she was only thirteen, injecting heroin into her veins as soon as they locked her in that pure white cell. Doctors who found the art in making illegal drugs, the money, the g...