Taken

Zoey (Chapter 18)

"Crap! I lost them!" I thought to myself as I flung off the hood that had protected me so well when Chris had tried talking to me.

I had slept most of the flight, occasionally waking up to make sure the Troops were still in their seats. But other than that, it was a peaceful flight.

Now that I was off the plane, it was absolute chaos. I didn't speak the language (which I believed was Dari) and I couldn't find the Troops anywhere. I started walking through the crowd and was a little uneasy seeing all the women dressed from head to toe even though it was like 100 degrees outside, and I was especially nervous when I saw men dressed like my attackers back at home. It wasn't a welcoming environment like I would expect at an airport.

I was so busy looking around that I didn't see there was a man walking straight toward me. I ran right into him and fell to the ground. I landed on the side where I had been stabbed a few days previously and felt searing pain. The stab wound of itself hadn't been that bad to where I had to continue to wear a bandage, but I wish I had one on now. I felt the scab rip a little on my shirt. Fantastic.

"I am so sorry sir!" I apologized as I tried to get up. The man pushed me back down again hard, sending another shot of pain down my side.

"Ok, I'm not sorry anymore."

The man started yelling at me in Dari, so I couldn't understand him at all, and I imagined that it was something I was better off not knowing. But whatever he was saying must have been extremely interesting because a crowd started to gather.

Not good.

The man reached down to grab me and I had absolutely no idea what to do. I was outmatched just by him alone and I had no idea how many buddies he might have in the crowd. In other words I was in his territory, not mine.

He pulled me up by my shoulders roughly and turned my toward the crowd as if he was showing them a display of an alien creature, which in a way I was since I wasn't from there. It was still a rude action, but not as rude as what he did next.

He hit me. Hard. I'm talking so hard that I felt like passing out on the spot. The man continued to yell at me and the crowed starting cheering.

He hit me gain and this time I fell down. I knew I was screwed. I couldn't possibly fight back, he had too many supporters. I never thought that I would die this way.

The man was getting ready to deliver another blow, when a male voice rang out something in Dari; however there was a different accent to it. It sounded like it wasn't his first choice of languages. Whatever he said, it worked because the man dropped me to the floor again, where I just laid trying to blink the stars out of my eyes and slow down my heart beat. I saw the man who stepped up and was now standing in front of me like a shield. He looked down at me and glared. The man was Michael Troop.

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Zoey's always getting in trouble...:P

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~Emily~