Chapter Three: Taking A Ride
Note: If you have not done so, I suggest you read Chapters One and Two before reading this part. It will provide insight as to what events took place and what is about to happen.
“Get up! Get dressed!” Rod yelled after releasing her restraints.
The terrified young woman scrambled to gather her clothes and quickly dressed. He took hold of her arm and yanked her into the living room where her grandmother sat quietly. He pushed her down beside the old woman, tied her hands behind her back then began pacing like a panther.
Ten minutes later there was a loud knock on the front door.
“Yo, it’s me! Open up!” a male’s voice boomed.
“It’s about fucking time!” Rod bellowed as he let the stranger in.
“So this is them?” the blonde haired male said. He paced back and forth, inspecting the two women sitting quietly with their eyes drawn to the floor. “Not bad, not bad at all.”
“Come on, let’s get the fuck going!”
Rod took hold of Anita’s arm while the stranger yanked Eloise to her feet. Anita heard her Grams gasp.
“Please don’t hurt her…she’s old,” Anita pleaded.
“Shut the fuck up!” Rod said as they made their way to the van parked in the driveway.
The side sliding door was open and the men shoved the two women inside then slid the door shut. The noise echoed inside of the empty utility van as the men climbed in. Rod sat behind the wheel and gunned the engine to a start before putting it in gear and driving out onto the street. The two men talked but Anita couldn’t hear what they were saying. The noise and the radio muffled their conversation.
Anita could barely see out of the driver and passenger windows and there were no windows in the back. She relied on her hearing to keep track of their journey and made mental notes as to the turns and feel of the road as they traveled along.
