Fallen For My Kidnapper (COMPLETED)

Chapter 35 - Don't Ask Me To

Most of the girls didn't pay attention to me, but there were a few that regarded me with suspicion. It took me a while to figure out why. They had already witnessed me trying to shove the rings through the hole, though they didn't fit. After that, I received silent glares. Glares that told me if I got caught and they were punished I would be done before Newman could even get their hands on me.

I rested my head on the side of the van in anger after my third attempt to shove the ring through the hole. I wanted to cry or to scream. If I couldn't do this, how was I to expect that anyone would be able to find me? I laughed at myself in my head. Like a few discarded rings and a necklace were going to show the way to me.

Suddenly there was a shove on my right arm. I looked to my right to see a girl sitting next to me, her head pointed straight forward before she turned to me.

"Want my advice?" she asked. I stayed silent. "Don't fight. No one has ever made it out alive."

"If you want to condemn yourself to this life then fine, but don't ask me to," I snapped at her. She was on top of me in an instant, her arm pushed across my neck as she regarded me angrily.

"Don't ever say that we condemned ourselves to this life. We were taken. We have been used. We have no way out." There was a loud noise, a gun hitting the front of the van.

"Whatever the fuck you're doing shut the fuck up!" It was Zach's voice. The woman got off of me and sat back down on my right. We sat there in silence before I spoke again.

"I didn't mean to say that you wanted this life, but it has been given to you." I turned to her, lowering my voice to make sure we wouldn't get out again. "If freedom meant enough to you, you wouldn't mind the prospect of dying in order to get it."

She didn't reply to me, so I turned back to the front of the front of the van, seeing if there was any way someone might be able to see me. When I didn't find any, I turned back around and continued to try and shove the ring through. I knew the necklace would fit, but every time I thought about it I got sad.

"What do you think a couple of dropped rings are going to do? No one is going to find you," the woman next to me said.

"Yeah, well, we found the house Newman brought you to on our own, so it is possible." I looked over at her at her for a second. I sighed. "I know that it isn't going to work, and I know it isn't going to help them, but just sitting in this van and letting myself be turned into a pawn for Newman? I won't do it."

I shoved a few more times before sighing harder and sitting back down. "Why don't you ever fight back?" I asked the girl.

She laughed, her chest rising and then falling back, "Fight back? Please, every single one of us has tried. We aren't just sitting here feeling bad for ourselves."

"I didn't say you were...." I raised my eyebrows.

"Rylee," she answered. It was my turn to laugh.

"You share the name of the boy I like, and yet you two are the exact opposite." I explained as she looked at me questioningly. "She hates her life, and she fights against it. You don't."

"Fuck off," she said, getting up and quietly going back to where she was before. I wanted to laugh to myself, remembering the reasons I didn't have any close friends at home. People annoyed me, and the only reason that I got along with the Theins, if we could call it that, was because they were almost the same as me.

I knew I was being a bitch. I spent only one night at Newmans. I couldn't imagine what she or any of these girls had gone through, but I was angry at myself. I had given my life up for the opportunity to let my dad go home when the entire reason I went along with the Theins was so that I could be with him again. I was dumb. There might have been another way that we could have gotten out the situation.

Marcus's face popped into my head, and I put it in my hands. The way that he looked at me like I was not only the most idiotic but the most deranged woman he had ever met. I had offered my life up to Newman with him standing right there. Even if I wasn't his girlfriend, I couldn't help but feel like it. Aside from the kissing, the very constant kissing, we didn't do anything. We didn't confide in one another. Marcus didn't have any idea about the things that I have been through and I had no idea what he did. I had no clue about his gang.

As my breathing slowed down and I calmed down, I felt my eyes warm up and water start to try and boil over. I couldn't help but feel like this was going to be a repeat of what happened to me, what my ex-boyfriend did to me. I was going to be all too aware this time, though. I was going to feel everything. I never thought that I might one day be grateful for being drugged, but the idea that there would be nothing to block my mind from understanding what was going to happen was terrifying.

The van came to a sudden stop, throwing everyone in the back around and into each other. I hit my head hard on the side of the van, stars jumping across my vision as I struggled to understand what had happened. I got to my feet, standing in front of the doors and waiting for Zach to fling them open. I didn't have a chance, but I couldn't let myself be dragged into the basement of a house where no one would ever find me again.

I could hear feet outside, and I turned back and spotted Rylee.

"Help me," I hissed at her. "This might be your only chance. They take us back into a basement with more men and more guns. This is the only time that we have to be able to make a run for it."

"They'll shoot us!" one girl piped up, but my eyes were locked with Rylee's. She was staring at me angrily.

"I would rather be dead than let them use me as their pawn," I replied. Rylee slowly got off her feet.

"I am doing this for me, not for you," she said.

"Understood," I replied. Girls started to stand up with us in all of their assorted outfits. They looked scared, but they also looked more alive than they had this entire ride. The prospect of them being able to get out of this life had them waiting for the fight.

I turned back around to the door. It had gone silent outside the van, and my nerves were on fire as they waited for any noise to come through to signal that someone was about to open the door. There was nothing.

"What the fuck?" Rylee began to say. "Normally they can't wait to get us inside. They don't want us outside in case someone wants to know what's in the vans."

I furrowed my eyebrows, pushing my ear against the door to try and hear better.

"Get ready," I heard. I didn't recognize the voice from the group of men that had shoved us in here, but then again, it was muffled through metal. I couldn't be sure of anything.

"Fuck, they're getting close." The girls nodded trying to show they were ready but I knew they didn't have a clue how to defend themselves. Newman would have seen to that. I heard footsteps coming to the door, and I backed off far away that I wouldn't fall through when the door opened. I got ready to pounce.

The handle of the door slid up as I dug my back foot into the sturdiest position that I could. I heard a hand grip the other handle and lift that one up to. The girls behind me shifted as well. Finally, the door opened and I lunged before I even looked at who was on the other side.

N/A  who do we think is on the other side? ;)

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