A/N: so basically this is a story about getting kidnapped by frank iero of my chemical romance in first person point of view. the character that's telling the story is named aja (pronounced like asia) and that's about it. more to come, enjoy :)

Suffering from overwhelming munchies at eleven o'clock at night in a house that is completely barren of any trace of food really sucks. Thinking it's a good idea to walk to Wawa when it's 23 degrees outside really sucks too. But here I am walking to Wawa high as a kite, vulnerable to attack, freezing my ass off just so I can get something to eat.

I didn't think it was cold at first but now the chill is creeping through the fabric of my clothes causing goose bumps to erupt on my caramel skin. The fierce winds ghostly fingers tangle themselves in my hair and whip it around my face.

I'm starting to wonder why I decided that it was a good idea to walk to Wawa tonight and not drive because it definitely wasn't.

I wish that my roommate Mikey had been home so he could have walked with me. But he's at his thirty-two year old girlfriend Shelby's house… doing only God knows what. Probably something I don't want to think too hard about.

Finally I make it to Wawa in what seems like an eternity but really it was only five minutes. I'm greeted by the familiar scent of coffee and a warm smile from the cashier that works nightshift, named Robin.

My parents always warn me about going to convenience stores in the middle of the night. Talking all this shit about how there could be a robbery and what not. They seriously watch too many episodes of America's Most Wanted. But somehow they got me to promise them that I wouldn't go to any convenience stores past 11 o'clock.

I haven't been keeping my promise. Almost every other night of the week I go to Wawa. I'm here so much I'm on first name basis with the people that work night shift.

It all happens so fast. One minute I am deciding whether or not I want skittles, Sour Patch Kids, or M&M's and the next I'm witnessing Robin get a gun pointed at her face and a black backpack thrown at her.

"Alright, sweetheart… I think you know what I'm going to need you to do." The man with the ski mask on says in a smooth voice that would have been very alluring if we were under different circumstances. Robin starts to pack the bag with money.

This isn't happening. I really can't believe that I'm actually witnessing an armed robbery… this is shit that I see on TV, not in real life. This is exactly what my parents warned me about. Why can't I ever listen to them?

The robber looks over at me and points his gun at my chest. He gives me a look with his eyes that tells me if I try anything he's going to put a bullet right through my heart. I'm not even seven feet away from him and I feel like I'm about to faint.

After what seems like forever Robin finally finishes emptying the cast register and I actually think everything is going to be okay. Just as the robber grabs the bag from Robin's shaking hands and says a casual,

"Thanks, you've been a big help." Someone enters the store. We all look towards the door, it's a police officer.

This isn't going to end well.

The officer looks like he's just coming in to get a cup of coffee because when he looks up and his eyes settle on the scene before him he looks startled.

He reaches for his gun and in a matter of seconds I am being used as a human shield. The Arizona Sweet Tea I was holding in my hands falls to the ground and shatters around us.

The robber's fingers grip my hair and he yanks me down slightly so that I'm the same height as him and he roughly shoves the barrel of his gun against the side of my head.

I'm going to die. I'm going to die because I can never listen to my parents. I'm only nineteen years old; I haven't even gotten to accomplish any of my goals in life. I'm not going to have a chance to get married and have children all because I am at the wrong place at the wrong time because I'm a fucking idiot.

"Don't do anything stupid, cop! I'll blow her brains out." The man roars and the look on the cops face assures me that I am going to get killed. He looks like he is figuring out a plan… the plan is surely going to be stupid and my brains are going to end up all over the fucking place.

I never would have thought that this is the way I was going to die. The psychic that Mikey forced me to go to with him told me that I was going to die of old age. I thought I was set for the rest of my life not having to worry about dying until I was as old as Shelby. That bitch lied to me.

"Just put your gun down and I'll let her go."

The cop looks back and forth between me, the robber, and Robin. The look of pure fear on my face must have made the cop think twice about the plan he thought up in his head because he slowly lowers his gun and places it on the floor.

He stands up straight with his hands in the air.

"Good man." Robber says and I think that I'm going to be freed from his vice like grip on my hair but he walks backwards bringing me along. He keeps his gun pointed at the cop and we are making our way to the other entrance of the Wawa. My Misfits slip-ons are squeaking against the floor from the iced tea.

We reach the door and the man lets go of my hair and before I can even realize that I can actually run away he grabs me by my arm and yanks me out of the door. That's when he starts to run and I run along with him because no matter how hard I try to squirm out of his grip I'm not going anywhere.

The sound of sirens can be heard off in the distance. I really hope this dude knows that my lungs aren't capable of long distance running.

"Where are you taking me?" I wheeze out as we run towards… I don't have any clue actually as to where we are running.

"Shut up" is the answer that I receive. I do as he tells me because I'm not trying to get shot.

Soon we stop running and we are in a parking lot. I'm on the verge of having an asthma attack and the man seems to be looking for his car. He finally finds it and he yanks me along.

When we get to his car he takes me to the passenger side and basically throws me in.

I wrinkle my nose up in disgust at the messy car. The man gets in and throws the backpack in the backseat and he notices my face.

"Hey! It's not that bad in here" he says. I scoff in my head but I don't say anything… I don't want to piss him off.

We sit just sit there for a couple minutes in a thick silence and the robber… (I'm going to call him Bob until I figure out his name) starts tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. The beat he's tapping sounds faintly like "Come Back" by The Misfits.

"Are you going to kill me of not? Because I don't really have time to just sit here while you tap your little fingers on your steering wheel." I blurt out and I regret this but the marijuana in my system is helping me care-less. Bob doesn't answer me for awhile he seems to be in thought.

I'm surprised the cops aren't here yet… I guess he picked a good place to hide.

"I'm not going to kill you… at least not yet." He finally answers me. This makes me feel… a little better? I guess but I still don't have time for this B.S.

He starts the car and "Nervous Breakdown" by Black Flag blares through the speakers making me jump a little. I smile to myself because I really do love this song, I kind of feel like singing alone but I don't. Bob drives out of the parking lot and drives down the road pushing 50 mph.

We stop at a red light. Out of my peripheral vision I see Bob take off his ski mask and ruffle his hair. He looks over at me and I continue to stare straight ahead because seeing his face could be a reason for him to kill me… but he won't stop staring at me and I can't help but look at him.

His face is masked in a red glow from the stop light. His features are soft and his eyes are very round and they look like they're a brownish green color. His full lips are curled up in a slight smile and I can't help but think about how good looking this guy is.

"Well, since you're going to be hanging with me for a little white we should get to know each other, don't you think?" Bob asks me seriously. I just look at him incredulously; I love how he acts like I'm not here against my will. I also love how he acts like he didn't just rob Wawa.

"What's your name, baby?" He asks with a smirk as the light turns green. I glare at him for a few seconds and I feel like punching him right in the jaw for calling me baby but I answer him anyway through tight lips,

"Aja."

"Oh that's cute," he says and we are passing the Wawa that he just robbed. There are quite a few police cruisers in the parking lot and it looks like your average crime scene. Inside I can see a cop questioning Robin and she looks shaken up still… I don't blame her. I can't believe that Bob is driving past here.

"You've got some balls." I say and Bob replies,

"Eh, It's not like they know what I look like…" I shrug and sink into the seat. Now "Wasted" by Black Flag is playing and Bob starts singing along. Two minutes of silence goes by.

"What's yours?" I ask quietly.
"What's my what?" Bob asks without taking his eyes off the road.

"What's your name?"

"Ohhh. It's Frank." He says and glances over at me. I don't know where he's taking me but for some reason I feel kind of comfortable with him it's probably because he told me that he wasn't going to kill me but I still shouldn't feel comfortable.

I really shouldn't.