feel more depressed. Winter was never my time of the year. I loved the sun too much. But right now I would have killed to lie back in a pile of snow. To feel the cold nipping at my ears.
Initially I had gone over the article about my disappearance. It was on the front page. Almost an entire page was dedicated to it. It wasn’t that I was front page material. People disappeared all the time in America. It was because of who I was linked to. The media, sites like TMZ, would have been eating this up and talking about it nonstop.
The article stated that the authorities had not released any information but said they were hopeful that they would have me back shortly.
Hopeful? What did that mean? Did they know where I was? Had they discovered me by pinging the cell phone? No, my captors would have crushed it.
There was no mention of money, yet the article hinted at the fact that this could have been related to a ransom. I got to the end of it and then I shifted to basketball. That was it. How cold it felt. The tone immediately shifted to being upbeat and how everything was great in the world now that the New York Knicks were doing well.
Doing well? What about me?
I got my answer almost immediately when I heard the oil barrels being shifted. The sound of his boots was unmistakable. He had been down here several times. Once, I was sure he was going to rape me. Had it not been for Edwin showing up, followed by his mother, who knows what would have happened.
When he got down he turned to me.
“Right, let’s go.”
“You are releasing me?”
He didn’t say anything.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Shut up and stay still.”
He bent down to unlock the thick, rusted chain from my leg. I saw this as my opportunity. He was alone. The wood had been removed. I thought back to the karate lessons my mother had me take when I was six. I had only lasted a month before I got tired of it. We spent all that time learning front kick. None of the flashy stuff. But maybe now that could come in handy.
As I heard the lock click and he removed it, I leaned back and hit him as hard as I could directly in the face with my heel. His nose burst like a fire hydrant. He fell back and I jumped up. Before I had made it even a few steps he caught my leg. I fell to the floor. Pain shot through my knees. Oh god, the pain was so bad. I turned. He was clinging to his face, spitting blood while trying to get a better grip on my leg. I used my other leg and brought it down hard on the side of his temple.
It was just the right amount of force to cause him to let go. I twisted free of his grip and double-timed it over to the ladder. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I remembered how he had shot the gas station clerk. Who knew if he had a gun on him? I had nothing on my feet. The metal was cold. I stepped two steps at a time, not looking back for one minute. I didn’t want to give him even a second to gain on me. I could see the sky. Oh what a wonderful sight! It was bright blue. As I reached the surface, I gasped and took in the air. I stumbled out and got up to take in my surroundings when I felt something hit me hard in the back of the head.
Everything went black.
* * *
T he recording device they had attached to my shirt was small. It was literally smaller than one of my buttons. I had asked why they no longer used wires under the shirt. They told me that was the eighties. It’s called evolution. Technology had got far better. It was even easier now to remain undetected. It also had a GPS inside it. So in the rare case that the kidnappers tried to take me, the FBI would be able to track me down fast. I wouldn’t even need to be conscious. If I was in danger they would know. They reassured me that wouldn’t happen though. Their snipers would take the kidnappers out before that occurred. Reassuring? I think not. What happened if they hit me? Or worse… Meghan? From that one device they could record video and sound. It was undetectable to
Initially I had gone over the article about my disappearance. It was on the front page. Almost an entire page was dedicated to it. It wasn’t that I was front page material. People disappeared all the time in America. It was because of who I was linked to. The media, sites like TMZ, would have been eating this up and talking about it nonstop.
The article stated that the authorities had not released any information but said they were hopeful that they would have me back shortly.
Hopeful? What did that mean? Did they know where I was? Had they discovered me by pinging the cell phone? No, my captors would have crushed it.
There was no mention of money, yet the article hinted at the fact that this could have been related to a ransom. I got to the end of it and then I shifted to basketball. That was it. How cold it felt. The tone immediately shifted to being upbeat and how everything was great in the world now that the New York Knicks were doing well.
Doing well? What about me?
I got my answer almost immediately when I heard the oil barrels being shifted. The sound of his boots was unmistakable. He had been down here several times. Once, I was sure he was going to rape me. Had it not been for Edwin showing up, followed by his mother, who knows what would have happened.
When he got down he turned to me.
“Right, let’s go.”
“You are releasing me?”
He didn’t say anything.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Shut up and stay still.”
He bent down to unlock the thick, rusted chain from my leg. I saw this as my opportunity. He was alone. The wood had been removed. I thought back to the karate lessons my mother had me take when I was six. I had only lasted a month before I got tired of it. We spent all that time learning front kick. None of the flashy stuff. But maybe now that could come in handy.
As I heard the lock click and he removed it, I leaned back and hit him as hard as I could directly in the face with my heel. His nose burst like a fire hydrant. He fell back and I jumped up. Before I had made it even a few steps he caught my leg. I fell to the floor. Pain shot through my knees. Oh god, the pain was so bad. I turned. He was clinging to his face, spitting blood while trying to get a better grip on my leg. I used my other leg and brought it down hard on the side of his temple.
It was just the right amount of force to cause him to let go. I twisted free of his grip and double-timed it over to the ladder. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I remembered how he had shot the gas station clerk. Who knew if he had a gun on him? I had nothing on my feet. The metal was cold. I stepped two steps at a time, not looking back for one minute. I didn’t want to give him even a second to gain on me. I could see the sky. Oh what a wonderful sight! It was bright blue. As I reached the surface, I gasped and took in the air. I stumbled out and got up to take in my surroundings when I felt something hit me hard in the back of the head.
Everything went black.
* * *
T he recording device they had attached to my shirt was small. It was literally smaller than one of my buttons. I had asked why they no longer used wires under the shirt. They told me that was the eighties. It’s called evolution. Technology had got far better. It was even easier now to remain undetected. It also had a GPS inside it. So in the rare case that the kidnappers tried to take me, the FBI would be able to track me down fast. I wouldn’t even need to be conscious. If I was in danger they would know. They reassured me that wouldn’t happen though. Their snipers would take the kidnappers out before that occurred. Reassuring? I think not. What happened if they hit me? Or worse… Meghan? From that one device they could record video and sound. It was undetectable to
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