Last Part Of The Story

Thank You

           When I said bye to the kids, I got on the cab. I noticed that the same guy was going to take me to the airport.

            “Can you take me to the airport?” I asked. He never did answer he just drove I held on to the door handle so I could leave if somethings wrong.

            “So, are you taking me or not?” I started getting mad but didn’t show it. He stopped the car, then he leaned down to get something. My instincts said to open the door but the door was locked.  Have you hit something so hard that you just don’t want to do it again well I had to do that. He took out a mask then he sprayed gas in the car to make me pass out.

            I wake up to hear some people speaking in Spanish. They noticed I was awake and just went up to me. 

           “¿Por qué tus padres no contestan él teléfono?” The man said. I didn't understand what he said so I spit at him.

           “Why won’t your parents answer the phone?!” he yelled at me. Truth be told, I don’t really know. Most of the time they call me with different phone numbers. So, I just looked at him at the eye.

           “Well they know that they can’t deal with you so they left you with me” I said. I was used to this kind of talk because of dad.

           “No! You’re here with me!” he said then he told something to the other guys. They took me and hanged me on a hook. They beat me up for a whole day asking for my parent’s phone number.

           I remember that dad said that I don’t do what they want or some crazy shit is going to happen. I was used to this pain dad made me go like this for two weeks.

           At the end of the day I was full with blood.

           “¿Nos vas a decir ahora?” They said. I just laughed. I wanted to say ‘I don’t have to’ but I couldn’t.

           This went on for about a week until some new person came in. She wasn’t with them she was kidnaped just like me. They took us both into a room that had one camera. When they let go of her she went to the other side of the room from where I was.

           “Hey,” I started “Where in the same situation so no need to be afraid.” She didn’t feel as tense as before.

          “Who are you?” she asked

           “I’m Oliver” I said “You?”

           “Jessica” she said.

           “One of you guys have to get the knife on the ground and kill the other persons in five minutes or we will fill the room with water so you could drown to your death.” The speaker in the room said.

           I looked at her shocked face and see her shaking. I knew they didn’t want us dead so I was going to let her stab me.I explained everything to her but she didn’t want to she said “I can’t, I’m a nurse!” but I made her do it.

            After another week, they shoved us in a cell. They told us that this time we are going to kill each other or they’ll kill us and that we had the day to do it. We didn’t want to die. Duh, my mind said. So, we just looked for a way out. We found a pole and a ripped glove. I ripped part of my shirt to we could throw it toward a ventilation system. We managed to get it stuck there. She climbed the up with the glove. I didn’t know why but she did.

           I didn’t notice that she left me for good. I yelled at one of the guys to get me paper and a pencil. They were wondering where the Jessica was but I said they could kill me and not to look for her. They not so heartless people. I started writing about when this all started.

Thank you to whoever read part of my life.

                                             -Oliver

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