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Not now... Shea thought... Not now...
Looking up at the dark clouds above her head, Shea knew in her gut that she shouldn't have walked. She was already late getting to Friendly's; her shift had started five minutes ago, and she still had 6 blocks to walk.
The rain hit Shea like a wave, soaking through her clothes. Shivering with the cold, Shea crossed her arms over her chest, put her head down and walked faster. Her auburn hair was plastered to her face, and her striking green eyes were half closed in an effort to keep the rain out.
Meg is gonna kill me for getting her sneakers wet.
That we the drawback to wearing your older sister's things. You ruin them, or damage them in any way and you pay. But since Meg was a freshman at the community college, and she held a part time job, Shea didn't get to see her much, even though she did live at home.
Too late to do anything about the shoes now, though, Shea thought as she continued to plow through the rain.
A car was pulling up behind her through the rain. Looking over her shoulder, Shea saw that the blue Honda was pulling up beside her and the window was being rolled down.
'Hey, do you need a lift?'
Shea looked to see the most handsome guy she had ever laid eyes on, calling out the window to her. His black hair flopped over his forehead, and his eyes shown like deep brown pools against his pale skin. But his smile was the thing that caught Shea's attention. It was the most disarming smile that she had ever seen.
In her mind's eye, Shea could see her mom, telling her that she should never get into a car with a stranger, especially a guy. But his smile was so inviting, Shea found herself answering before her mind had made itself up.
'Oh my God, you're a life saver. You have no idea,' Shea replied, rushing around the car to the passenger side. Realizing with a start that there was a girl in the front seat, Shea opened the back door and flung her backpack in before scrambling into the dry seat and shutting the door behind her.
Turning around in his seat, the guy looked at Shea and smiled again, his eyes glinting with something Shea couldn't pinpoint.
'Where are you heading to?' he asked
'Just to the Friendly's down the street; my shift started, like, ten minutes ago.'
'Sure, no problem.' Turning back around in his seat, Shea heard the click of the car doors locking as the car started to move. 'We were actually just about to grab a bite to eat anyway.' At this, the girl in the front seat made a sound like a strangled laugh, but fell silent at a look from the guy.
'By the way, my name's Jason, and this is my friend Amanda.'
'And I'm Shea. Thanks again for the ride.'
Shea fond herself staring at Jason's profile. How on earth could someone be this good looking? She would definitely have to get his number before she left. Ripping her eyes away from his face, Shea looked out the window and realized with a start that they were almost to the restaurant.
'It's right up here' she said, breaking the silence when she realized that the car wasn't slowing down.
'I know, but I thought we'd take a little detour first.'
'What.. what?' Shea's brain went into panic mode as the Honda passed the Friendly's, not slowing down a bit. Feeling along the door, Shea realized that she couldn't feel a handle. Her eyes flicked over the door frantically, and then to the other side of the car to the other door. There were no handles.
'You can't get out, love. It's locked.' Jason looked back at Shea through the rearview mirror. Seeing his eyes again, Shea realized what had been so off about them earlier. Instead of being brown, they were black.
Oh my God, Oh my God. Shea kept frantically feeling the doors, praying she had missed the handle. 'Let me out!' her voice came out as a high squeak. Tears started to roll down her cheeks. 'Please just let me go! I wont tell anyone about you, I promise, please…' she pleaded, but Jason seemed to take no notice.
Realizing that she couldn't get out of the back, Shea tried to reach the front door handle. Maybe if she could get one open, it would distract him, enough and she'd be able to get away.
An icy hand gripped her wrist as she groped along the door. Shea froze. She had never felt someone that cold in her life. It wasn't normal.
'Now, now that won't do, will it?' Jason asked, a smirk across his face. He had such a strong grip on her arm, Shea couldn't get it loose. As she struggled against his hold, she felt the cold tip of a needle slide into her arm.
Instantly the car started to spin, and Shea felt herself slipping down onto the seat, all control of her muscles gone, the darkness closing in on her.
'Good night Shea… Sweet dreams,' She heard his voice drifting towards her as she slipped into unconsciousness.