Chapter Forty-One
Maya
I groan loudly and my stomach turns as I’m jostled around.
What the hell, it feels like I’m in a washing machine.
Confused I open my eyes only to realise it makes no difference.
Why is it so bloody dark? Are we still on the plane?
My memory feels foggy and I can’t remember the last thing I did. Also, it smells like sweaty gym socks.
Wait.
I was at the airport.
Dread fills my full body as the memory of what happened comes rushing back to me.
I was washing my hands and looking in the mirror.
I remember seeing someone come up behind me but didn’t think anything of it, until a masked man grabbed me.
I tried I spin around but never got the chance.
He stabbed me, with a needle in the neck, I think but how the fuck did I get here? Where even is here? Who was the man?
There is only one person it could be and I would bet my life on it.
Jake.
With the limited energy I have, I scream, I scream so loud that surely someone has got to hear me, but no one comes.
Worst case scenarios flood my mind and the uncertainty of what could be happening fuels my panic. My heart races and my hands tremble, each of my breathes become shallower with every passing moment. What does he want from me?
I must be in a car, I can feel the way it’s moving right and left as it throws me around the corners.
Am I in the boot? Shit. I need to think of what I can do to get out of here but my brain isn’t working right now.
I feel around the space I’m in, there is rough fabric everywhere I touch. Yes, definitely a car boot.
I feel the driver break slowly. Oh god. I’m not prepared for whoever it is to let me out yet, I need more time.
I feel around more frantically now. I’m sure I seen something on Facebook about how to escape if you were ever in this situation, there should be a latch!
I try to find something that resembles one but I have no clue what it is I’m looking for.
That’s when my hand lands on something smooth and cool. It doesn’t move much as I mess about with it. It’s right in the corner of what I am assuming is the door.
Oh my god.
I remember the other part of the video I had seen!
It said to push the side light out and wave for attention.
The car starts to move again, so I get to work on trying to get it out.
My whole body hurts but I push through the pain.
It feels like an eternity has passed by when it finally starts to budge, please God, let this work.
My hands are starting to ache, the very minimal energy I had to start with leaving me the more I try but I can’t give up. I have only just found my love again, I won’t have it taken away from me.
I won’t let him keep me from Tommy.
A renewed bout of energy surges through me and with one final shove it happens, the light pops out. By doing so, natural light penetrates the car, blinding me from its harshness. I blink my eyes rapidly to clear my vision and stick my hand out of the new hole I’ve created.
I don’t even know if any one is behind the car to see me, but I keep waving frantically in the hopes that maybe, just maybe… some one sees me.