"What a day," thought Angela, as she drove down Marine Blvd. on her way to the bank, "it's just one thing after another!" She knew that she was speeding, but she had to make it to the bank and do the grocery shopping, visit the beauty salon, and she would be hard pressed to make her six o'clock appointment with her friend.
Angela did not grow up with money but now it's her time. Drinks, dinner, and the opera was waiting if she could just get through the day, she might even get to enjoy the evening!
She wheeled into the bank parking lot and practically ran through the front door and into the main lobby, and thankfully, for once there wasn't a line, so she went directly to the teller window and withdrew two hundred and fifty dollars to pay the baby sitter for the week for taking care of her 4 children.
Back in her car, she put it in gear and headed off to the market, paying little attention to what was going on in the back seat behind her. As she fumbled with the CD player, her blood ran cold when she glanced into the rear view mirror and was stunned to see a young black male pointing a gun right at her head!
"Don't make a sound the sinister voice said, or I'll give it to you right here". He said with hate! Angela froze, struck with absolute terror, unable to take her eyes off the menacing presence behind her.
She was brought back to reality when he barked, "Watch the road, you're goanna crack it up if ya don't pay attention!" Angela jerked her eyes back to the road and tried desperately to think of a way out of this mess.
For the first time in a long time she was alone not with her best friend.
Finally she offered the black guy money. "I have money, you can have it all, just get out, and leave me alone!"
He laughed a derisive harsh laugh, and said, "You bitches always think that money can buy you everything, well, bitch, this time it can't!"
"W-where are you going to take me," she stammered, as the cold hard facts now beginning to take shape in her mind? "Just keep driving, I'll tell ya when to stop," he ordered ".
They drove for about twenty minutes, with Angela following the directions her kidnapper gave to her. The neighborhoods were getting rougher and rougher. She noticed they went to a hard area of Fontana.
They were in an area that Angela had never even seen before. It was around a steel mill that had been closed down.
"Pull over right here," the young man ordered, "and get out of the car!" They had parked in front of and old abandoned building on a deserted dead end side street, a street that rarely if ever saw any police traffic. Even though her late model car stuck out like a sore thumb in the dilapidated neighborhood, the chances of the cops accidentally running across it were slim.
With cat like quickness the young black man was out of the rear seat and right next to her when she exited the vehicle, and even though he wasn't particularly big, when he took her by the arm, she could feel real power in his firm hand.
Practically dragging her, he lead her into the vacant building and took her to the second floor where he had set up the living room as his bedroom. There was a fireplace for heat, some old broken down furniture, and an old mattress over in the corner. Not very hospitable to say the least!
He threw her on to the bed and grabbed her purse, dumping the contents onto the floor. He opened her wallet and pocked the two fifty she had just withdrawn from the bank, and then slowly went through her credit cards. He looked up at her and said, "So your name's Angela, Angela from the HD, huh, ain't nobody named Angela anymore," as he continued looking at the rest of her identification.
Now Angela is faced with the fact he knows where she lives.
What will he do to her children if she does not compile with his wishes?
While watching him , Angela began to settle down, to the point that she asked him, "You know my name, whats yours?" He gave her a quizzical look, and then answered, "Yeah, it won't do you no good any way, it's Felipe, Phil, Phillip, call me what you want. Really what is it. my name's Phil!
Angela tried to guess his age, and if you were just looking at him, he wasn't bad looking at all, but what impressed her the most about him, was his persistent nature, he seemed to know what he wanted.
When he was finished with her ID, he turned his attention back to her.
"Stand up and get over here," he ordered, all the time keeping his eyes glued to her body.
She felt another chill go through her, only this one was sexual in nature, as she could feel his eyes looking right through her clothing.
She was repulsed to be sure, but the sexual aura in the room could be cut with a knife.
She definitely came from a interracial bread world, upper middle class, never wanting to mingle with people with no class, and the only sex she had ever had was with her babies father, and they didn't exactly have the most passionate relationship in the world, in their ten three years of relationship, it was normally sex with the lights off, and he was on top, so at her age, you could say that she had lived a very sheltered life.
Never talking to men if she thought they where married or with some one.
Now she was standing in the middle of a dimly lit room, with an obviously honey young man who had just robbed and kidnapped her, and to top it all off, she was pretty sure that he was going to rape her or worse, and for some strange reason she didn't feel terrified at all anymore!!!
Phil walked around her, giving her the once over as if she were a prime head of cattle and said, "Not bad , what you got hidden under that sweater?" Angela just stood there and said nothing and out of nowhere the young man produced a switch blade knife and the snap of the blade locking into place, filling the quiet room.
