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Summer After College

Novel By: gaffbi

I’ve always been somewhat fascinated by kidnappings, reading stories and watching movies. I’d always put myself in the kidnapped person’s shoes, think about how I’d be smarter than them and get away scratch free. I know now I was wrong.

(This is a fictional story about a woman who witnesses a body dump and is kidnapped. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Aug 16, 2012    Reads: 81    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

"No!" I scream, tears of defeat gliding down my face. "Please, let me go!" I plead. I kick him and punch him with all I've got. He doesn't hit me back, doesn't load a gun, he doesn't even curse me. Instead, he holds me, eventually restraining my arms to my sides.

"Shhh." He coos, trying to calm me.

"No!" I scream again. "Why don't you just get it over with? Why not just kill me now like that other guy?" I choke.

"I didn't kill him Billie. I swear to God I didn't kill him." He responds, sincerity in his voice.

"You're a murderer! Don't lie to me! I deserve more than that!" I yell.

I instantly regret what I say. Jace doesn't say anything. Instead, just leads me back toward the house. I'm shaking. Not from the cold, but from fear of what's going to happen. He's too quiet. After what seems like hours I make out an opening, then lights, and finally the house. New tears are flowing down my face. I start struggling again, trying to push him away, and pleading with him to just let me go. He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, carrying me into the house. When he starts walking toward the living room I start fighting him again, assuming he's going to throw me in the basement again. Instead he gently sets me down on the living room couch.

He stands in front of me. I'm still crying and can't bring myself to look at him. He sighs after a minute or so and kneels down in front of me. He pulls my chin up, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

"I did not kill that man Billie. You have to believe me! That man that was with me was my brother. He called me out of the blue and said something happened and he needed my help. He made me swear to help him before he told me. So I promised him I would help him with anything, I was just happy to hear from him! He then told me that a man had tried to stab him and he acted in self-defense and ended up killing the man. If he would have called the police they wouldn't have believed him. He has a record already for assault. I had to help him Billie. All I did was what you saw me do, dispose of the body."

"Why didn't you just let me go? Why take me? It's not like I knew who you were, or even your license plate!" I start.

"No witnesses. There couldn't be any witnesses to any of it. If I wouldn't have taken you here, my brother would have killed you. I can guarantee it." Jace admits.

"Well it sure as Hell seemed that's what you were going to do too! Need I remind you of the basement?" I ask.

"I never should have done that. I never should have done any of it. That was wrong of me. I was freaking out! I didn't know what to do! When I opened that door that day and saw you, I regretted it all instantly. I hate myself for doing that to you. I honestly do. I wanted to let you out so many times. I'd tried calling my brother again and again but he never answered." He explains. "I wanted to peek, just check and see if you were alive. When I saw you my heart sunk. I thought you were dead. When I saw you breathing, I was thanking God. I know it wasn't right and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Billie."

"Do the right thing now. Let me go! I won't tell anyone anything! I don't even know your whole name! I don't know where you live! And as far as the police would be concerned, you wore a mask! I never saw your face!" I shout, crying. "Fuck, maybe I was in the trunk of a car the entire time!"

"I'm sorry, I can't do that. I can't take that risk."

"So what then, you're going to keep me trapped here? You're going to let my family think I'm dead? You're going to take away my future so you don't lose a few years of yours? " I ask, ferocious.

"If that's what it takes!" he roars, shoving me back into the couch.

I can't even open my mouth. I'm stunned into silence. I clench my jaw down, trying to stop from crying anymore. I feel like I'm a doll bursting at the seams. I can feel each individual emotion play both on my face and in my eyes; fear, anger, hatred and finally acceptance. As calmly as I can I push Jace's arms away and briskly walk to the bedroom. I can hear him walking toward the bedroom, probably thinking I'm going to try to run again. Not wanting to see him I go into the closet, shut the door, and walk to a back corner, hugging my knees to my chest.

I hear Jace open the door.

"I'm sorry. I-"He starts.

"Please, just leave me alone." I choke, voice breaking.

He softly shuts the closet door. I can hear miscellaneous sounds from the bedroom, mainly poundings and power tools. I cry until there are no more tears left. In this time I think again of my family, my friends, the bright future I would have had. I hope to God my parents know that I didn't leave or runaway. But I also hope they know I will find my way home, no matter the cost.


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