Taken

Chapter 11

It makes so much sense now. The girls are just so unaware... but how? They aren't idiots, they know we will be shipped off to-

My mouth opens a little bit, then I roll my eyes. I give them too much credit. The constant talking of being slaves to sexy royalty, they believe it. False happiness, a dream broken into a nightmare. The light at the end of the tunnel is actually a light bulb.

They've been doing this for years, these guards, that is. Wouldn't they run out of 'royalty'? We aren't going there, we are going into human trafficking, becoming any ones' who want us.

It disgusts me. Revolting. How could they just throw humans away like that? I lay my head into my hand, my arm propped up against the window. Buildings and people and dogs and signs all pass me, yearning to be out and about, to be with them. To be free.

I wonder how my mom is doing.

I guess I better stop that, I'll never see her again. I just got to shove her out of my thoughts, like I did my dad....

Better to forget and focus on surviving.

We pull up to Walmart and find a parking spot near the back. Despite being a small town, it was fairly busy. I spin my tracking band around my wrist anxiously. Every instinct tells me to run, but God it's so hard to control. I can feel the wind in my hair, the ground softly crunching underneath my feet.

I got to stop. I have to focus.

Drake unlocks the van, giving me a look to warn me to not do anything stupid. I silently exhale a sigh through my mouth with my eyes closed. I focus and tell myself over and over again just to follow directions. I open them to find him still staring at me, I nod at him, letting him know I understand the risk.

I slide out of the passenger seat while Tasha and her guard get out of the back. She looks rigid and her usually dark skin seems a bit paler. Like when you dilute water with brown paint. Her overly dark eyes seem wide, like a deer trapped in headlights. I'm not sure what she is afraid of, but if she looks like that we will get caught.

My favorite thing has to be seeing people do something they shouldn't and have this look on their face. It's usually paranoia, but because of the look, they're more likely to get caught. They get wide eyes that move rapidly, and tend to swallow saliva often along with biting nails or lips or cheeks.

This girl needs to learn a lesson on how to act cool and to pretend you aren't doing anything wrong. My guess is that she hasn't done anything bad in her entire life. It's funny actually.

But her being paranoid makes me paranoid, so taking the chance of being cussed out, I confront her, "You need to relax."

She glares at me, only putting a veil over her fear, "What do you know?"

I roll my eyes, "How to act normal. Keep looking like that and they'll kill us." me just saying that makes things worse. Tasha starts breathing heavy, "Hey, relax... think about being a handsome princess's mistress," I become disgusted with myself, but it does calm her down and bring out her more confident side.

She flips her hair, "He'll be all over me," and she struts off.

"I can see you figured out why we say that bullshit," Drake pats my back, but all I can do is just try not to hate myself, "You were jut trying to make sure she didn't flip out, relax," he rubs my back instead of pats it. I nod my head, I have to survive. I need to bring my feelings out of this.

Drake hits the button on his keys, locking the car. Tasha and her guard are already half way to the Walmart while Drake and I just start to make our way there. I decide to initiate the conversation, "So, spill."