"It will happen when you least expect it. Just know it will happen." He told her.
She had no idea what he would have planned, but it didn't matter. The tone of his voice, and the excitement of the unexpected had her wanting and willing to try. After all she is the one who suggested it.
Was she getting herself in too deep telling him not to hold back on the fear factor? Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows, she may end up loving it.
He was one who disappeared at times when he needed time for reflection. Knowing his past, she understood during these episodes, and let him be.
Waitressing at a local diner was her muse until he came from his shell again.
A week passes, and as she closes up the restaurant, an uneasy feeling takes residence in her gut. Although to her surprise, she knows she can feel his presence. He may not be close but she feels her stomach flip happily yet frantically when he even thinks of her.
She finally locks the doors at the front of the diner and takes the trash to the bin out back. She falls into her beat up junkie of a car, and starts the engine. Her legs and feet ache from being on them for a double today.
She turns the key twice only to hear the click of a dead battery.
"Dammit." She whispers.
She will be walking home.
Stupid car.
If she could afford a new one she would invest, but times are tough these days. She checks the compartments of the vehicle, making sure she has all she needs and proceeds to exit and lock the car.
She descends down the street, earbuds filling her ears with music, not paying attention to her surroundings.
A song ends and before another can begin the rumbling of an engine catches her attention.
Turning, her stomach feels sick instantly, and she rips the headphones from her ears. She turns quickly trying to find the imposing threat.
But as she scans the residential street, there are no vehicles running, no vehicles mobile at all.
"Keep your head straight, girl." She whispers to herself.
Shaking it off, she puts one bud back in place, and the other finds its home between her breasts. Keeping a keen ear to the street, she focuses on making it home safe.
Was she wishing it was him? Is that why her stomach was flipping? What if this isn't him? What was she thinking?
She begins to get scared as her mind races, creating the worst case scenario in her head.
She prays its him as she finally turns a corner.
Three blocks pass and she has not heard the engine at all. She is feeling confident because she is close to her apartment complex now. She picks up her speed, puts some pep in her step, and jams the second bud back in place.
Coming to a stop sign, she looks both ways. Not seeing any approaching cars, she continues without stopping.
A dark van pulls in front of her. The side door flies open. A man in a ski mask faces her. She turns tries to run, but arms come around her mouth and stomach silencing her screams and picking her from the ground. She was caught and there was no escaping.
Her captor pulls her back into the van calmly as she kicks their legs and screams into their hand. She tries to pry his arm off her stomach, but his strength is no match for her and the attempts are no avail. He squeezes relentlessly around her jaw, sending pain throughout her skull.
