The Fat Program

Chapter 15

Recap:

I felt the wind beating at my shoulders, which were bare since I was in a tank top. Then the wind stopped and I was inside of a toasty warm car. I guess Cameron didn't hear my piercing scream after all.

Even with my hands held by my sides and two strong holds on me, I was able to try and sit more comfortably in the car as the next two hours of my life went by in hell.


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Chapter 15

I sat in that car for I don't know how long. My butt was starting to go numb, and the car's windows were open so I was freezing to death. I couldn't feel my fingers and I couldn't see anything because of the sack over my head. Just so you know, the bag smelled like pee.

All of a sudden, while I was in mid thought about if Cameron would ever find me, there was a jerk of the car, then ye sound of the engine slowing down, then coming to a complete stop. The sack was ripped off my head, causing it to scratch my face on its way up.

It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the new lighting, but I was soon able to look around at my surroundings and saw that I was in a minivan. A minivan...
Two men were sitting in the front seats, two were behind me, and two, including Cameron's dad himself, were sitting on either side of me in the middle seats.

The rag that was rudely shoved in m mouth earlier, was taken out. In time too, because that thing was filthy and tasted like shit.

I was scowling at Mr. Nelson when I asked, well more like shouted at him, "Why the hell did you kidnap me! I thought you cared for me!" 

He smirked at me but then looked over my head at the guy on the other side and snapped his fingers. I felt a pair of hands grip me under m,y arms and lift me out of the car. What the heck? I thought I weighed too much for someone to pick up.

It started to hurt for a moment because they didn't release me at first, I felt their finger nails digging into my flesh and I made a hissing sound from the sharp pain inflicted on me. my face scrunched up in distaste when I saw Mr. Nelson pull out a gun. I didn't believe he'd use it, but I was so wrong.

I heard the blast and I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the pain to hit me. A few seconds passed and I didn't feel anything but the release the guy had on me. I looked behind me and saw one man in the black suit, the one that was gripping me harshly just a moment ago, laying on the ground with a big hole in his chest with blood seeping through his shirt. Bile rose in my throat at the site of it, and I couldn't help the gagging sound I made as I turned my head away from the gruesome scene. 

"He shouldn't have tried damaging the cargo." Mr. Nelson said with a click of his tongue in disgust. Is he kidding me? I should be the one disgusted. He just kidnapped me then shot a guy for no real reason! He's gone crazy!

I stepped forward to get away from the dead man, but I heard the cocking of a gun and turned to see Mr. Nelson pointing his hand gun at my chest. 

"Don't move, or I'll shoot you too." he said. I believed him this time.

I stayed as still as possible until a new set of hands held onto me, hard enough to keep me still and not able to run away, but also soft enough to not end up like the last guy. I followed behind Mr. Nelson as he started moving forward. I stumbled a step and the guy behind me pushed me forward after I stood up.

We walked for a good twenty minutes or so before we came to a shack just on the outskirts of the woods. There wasn't many houses around, and no buildings indicating a city was anywhere near by. The shack must have been a kids hideout at one point because when we entered there were toys and Nerf guns everywhere.

A boys hideout. I thought. But where are they now. Where are the kids that used to play here, or still play here?

"I guess your wondering why there's little kids toys here." Mr. Nelson said quietly staring at nothing, maybe remembering something.