The box truck was extremely uncomfortable: every bump on the road, every pothole, I felt. It tossed me around like a rag doll. It was near impossible to untie my hands and feet. I twisted and turned every which way, with no luck. To be honest, I felt completely and totally hopeless right now. Tears were streaming down my face as I desperately thrashed against the ropes. Eventually, I knew I had to calm down. I was just making it worse.
I knew I had to get the cloth bag back on, or risk being hurt again by the people who had taken me. They didn’t want me seeing who they were, at least not yet. When I threw the bag off, it had slid across the floor. Cautiously, I scooted my way over to the other side.
I got onto my knees, bending down my head and picking up the cloth bag with my teeth. I then sat up against the wall again, letting the bag rest in my lap.
How on earth would I get this back on?
I attempted to grab the bag with my knees, putting it between my legs and bringing it up to my face. But I couldn’t get my head into it. Once again using my teeth, I tried opening the bag and sliding my head in.
No luck.
I panicked, feeling the car slow down and turn. We had arrived at our destination, I thought, as the car came to a stop.
Frantically, I tried again and again to pull the bag back over my head, but I simply couldn’t. My heartbeat began to race, as I heard the car door shut and footsteps coming. Tears began streaming down my face, and I could feel my body trembling.
I flinched away as the back opened, and my kidnappers were revealed.
“Well, look what we have here,” One said. I slowly turned my head, seeing their faces for the first time. “I see you got your mask off?” he said, coming into the truck and picking it up off of my lap. “Ah, Jordyn. You think you’re clever don’t you?”
The man was tall and thin, with gray hair and an unshaven beard. He smiled at me, but not in a friendly way. It was a devious smile- one I was afraid of.
“Are we taking her in or what?”
I turned my head to the sound of the other voice, to find a much younger man. He was medium height, with dark brown hair.
“Relax. We’re taking her in. Come on princess,” He said, pulling me up harshly. I tried to look back and get a look at the car’s license plate, but the man pushed me along. I kept tripping, my legs were bound. I had to almost hop to make it into the house.
I came into a small house, dimly lit. It wasn’t disgusting, but it definitely wasn’t pleasant. Everything looked very…old. He shoved me down onto the gray, worn couch and stood back.
“Well. Now that the mask is off, I don’t see the point on putting it back on. You’ve already seen us,” He said. “Any questions?”
Though I had thousands, my mind was blank. I could only manage one word. “Why?”
He looked at me, eyes narrowed. “Why? I had the same question when your father died. And when my son died,” He said. Hate seemed to be practically radiating off him, directed completely at me. He then turned towards the other man. “Leave, Leo. This is my talk,” He walked out of the room obediently.
“Your son?” I asked, a bit confused.
“Ah, yes. My son, Derek. You don’t remember the other victim in that crash? Of course you don’t, why would it matter to poor little Jordyn,” He said, glaring at me. “You know why your father was coming home don’t you? Don’t you remember?”
My eyes widened. “He…he was coming home from work to see Stacey and I before he left on a business trip. It was our birthday party.”
“Ah, yes. Maybe I need to refresh your memory. The last anyone had heard from him was when he called your mother. He was going to buy your little friend, Stacey, a present for her birthday, which apparently was coming up. That’s why he rushed to get home- after shopping he wanted to get back quickly to give the presents to his precious daughter, and her little friend," He said, waiting for it to sink in.
He was recounting events I tried to never think of- never relive. I had never thought anyone would blame us for that. Suddenly, I realized why the man seemed to hate me so much. He was blaming his son’s death on me. “So you’re telling me…you’re doing this because you blame US for this crash?” I asked in disbelief.
He nodded. “Don’t tell me you’re innocent- don’t even try. And don’t you dare try to defend your wonderful oh so perfect father,” His voice started to get louder. “They all blamed it on my son! ‘Oh, he was young, an irresponsible teenager!’ The truth is, your father was speeding! Your father was the one who caused the wreck! It was completely and totally hi—“
I interrupted him, yelling. “Your son was speeding too! You know that just as well as I do!” I said furiously.
He slapped me across the face, hard. I winced from the stinging pain on my cheek.
“Don’t you dare accuse my son! Don’t you dare!” he yelled angrily. “Now that you know why I did it, I assume you want to know how.”
Silently, I nodded.
“Well then. I originally planned to just come and shoot you and your mother myself," I trembled, thinking of what could have happened. My mother. “Then I would move onto Stacey. But then I thought, why not make it a little more fun? Shooting you would be too simple! So instead, I decided to let you suffer. Let you feel the pain I felt when my son died. Oh, I know, your father died too, but that wasn’t enough for me,” He said. “Some call me insane. I disagree. I would like to think of myself as a clever man,” He said, smiling at himself. “Anyways. The parents of Stacey weren’t originally going to be involved- but they simply got in the way. The night I planned to murder them, they walked to the store, instead of staying in their house as I had planned. So, I simply changed plans. I went to the store, waited for them. I saw two security cameras around and positioned away from their sight- but missed the one that I later found had caught me on tape. It was pure luck that the camera panned around the building, and even luckier that it did not record audio. Dumb luck,” He scoffed at himself. “I was angry that I had missed that detail, after all of my planning. Luckily, it didn’t hurt me much in the end.”
“My plan was to kill the parents, and shoot Stacey in the leg so I could take her easily. I was planning on telling her everything, letting her realize what she did, before she finally died,” He said.
My heart sank, when he said died. Was Stacey dead? I finally realized that she could be in this very house. “Where is Stacey?” I asked.
“Ah ah ah, not so fast,” He said, smiling deviously. “I’m not finished yet.”
“After I had Jordyn, I broke into their house. I edited the laptop diary a bit, made it look suspicious, like the father had done it, in case the police searched it. I added the “I died” part for dramatic effect,” He said, smiling. “At first, I regretted it, thinking I was being too foolish. But then, you came along.”
“Originally, I was just going to let you suffer from her death, then do the same to you- but then you found her laptop. I had installed a spyware into it, so I would know if the police took it and what they suspected. But then you ended up getting on. I watched your screen as you signed into your messenger and, well, I couldn’t resist. You see, I’m very fond of computers. I used to work in that department, and graduated with a degree in computer sciences. Hacking was simple for me.”
I was still a bit confused. “How did you know all of those things about Stacey?”
He looked at me angrily. “I haven’t finished yet. I simply used Stacey’s account to contact you- I came online the exact time she died, did you noticed? I thought that was a nice touch. I told Stacey if she didn’t answer the questions for you- I would kill you. Shoot you, right away. She cooperated.” He said.
“You also cooperated, for most of the way. We hit a little snag on the way- when you told the police. I honestly wasn’t sure if you would come tonight- but you did. And now you’re here.” He said sighing in satisfaction. “Jordyn, foolish Jordyn. Any questions?”
Right now, I could only think of one. “Where’s Stacey?”
He smiled. “Would you like to find out?”
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A/N:
I know. Im evil.
But....again....it was just a PERFECT cliffhanger just waiting for me to leave it there....and....*Sigh* You know the usual.
Anyways, the story is coming to a close...:( Im a bit worried about this for the wattyawards because they dont end until the end of the year, but oh well! I hope you enjoyed the chapter and the story so far.
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