Take My Hand And Don't Look Back
Where Am I?
I wake up, head pounding. It takes me a minute to understand where I was, and what was happening.
Dad.
I realize there's a bag over my head, and that I'm in a cold and uncomfortable place. A car, maybe? My hands and feet are bonded with a scratchy material- rope? Suddenly, I feel the automobile come to a stop. I hear the front car door shut with force, then muffled voices. I'm not able to make anything out, but I can tell they're discussing what, or shall I say who, is in the van.
I try to twist my hands so they're facing outward, allowing me to feel the rope with my finger tips. I search for the knot, and fail. Fuck. There's a loud bang on the car, and I jump.
"Oi, kid, better get ready to come out!" The voice chuckles, then fades.
A few moments after, I hear the door open.
"Get up."
I obey the deep voice, and try to stand up, but I fall instantly.
"Pathetic."
A strong hand grabs at my arm, and tugs me out of the car. I let out a strained yelp, and fall hard onto sharp gravel. I hear footsteps come close behind me, and a finger pokes at my spine
"We're going to have fun today, son."
Notes
This is picking up so fast oh lord
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ATTENTION ANYONE WHO HAPPENS TO READ THIS!
I'm the author of this story- I lost my account after stupidly deleting my Tumblr which is connected to this specific account that I wrote the story on. I finally decided to get my act together and start the sequel today, March 15th, 2016. Please forgive me for my terribly late start on this. Nothing is posted but hopefully will be soon. Glad to be back everyone :)
3/15/16