"I-I know a shortcut-t." He muttered, stroking his dark hair with his hand. He looked anxious for some reason.
"Um, okay. By the way, what's your name?" I questioned him.
"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier. My name is Jacob. Jacob Carter.
"Okay, well I'm Elena. Elena Ashton…. but I guess, you already know that." I replied.
It was getting a bit hot in the car… but why? The heater wasn't on and it was not a hot day, in fact it was windy and cold outside. I started sweating, sweating a lot.
"I'm really hot-t. Are you-u?" I questioned.
"No-o-o. Try to relax Elena-a." Jacob muttered, stroking his dark hair again, looking more anxious.
"Are you okay?" I asked. I was worrying about him, which was odd.
"Yeah, don't worry." Was all he said.
I was still sweating. Maybe I was starting to have a fever. My pulse suddenly quickened. I couldn't breathe probably anymore. I was trying to relax, but I couldn't. I felt tense….really tense. I fidgeted a lot on my seat and somehow Jacob didn't notice anything? Why hadn't he asked or said anything to what was happening to me? Then I knew….I knew what was happening to me… He tampered with the water I just drunk. He drugged me….
"I CAN'T BREATHE!!!" I yelled.
"Shhh. Try to relax." He quietly said.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?" I asked even though I knew the answer.
"Stay calm-m Elena. Sit tight. Don't worry about a thing-g" He replied.
Did this freak say don't worry about a thing? It was a good time to worry….how could I not worry… I was drugged by some man and he was kidnapping me….Adrenaline rushed through me. I was panicking. I unstrapped my seatbelt and tried to open the door three times. But it was dead locked. But I still tried… Jacob grabbed me around the waist with one arm.
"It's too late Elena. Strap your seatbelt back on."
"LET ME OUT!!" I yelled. I tried to get his arm off me and struggled.
"LET ME GO!! LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!" I yelled again.
"It's too late Elena. You are going to pass out any second. Please, stay put." Jacob said, trying to concentrate on the road while holding on to me.
"WHY? PLEASE -E LET -T ME GO-O…!" I struggled to say. I tried to fight back the tears, but my face was already wet.
***
Jacob managed to strap the seatbelt back onto me. But why did he care about my safety? He was already going to hurt me….rape me....or worse….murder me. I gave up screaming and trying to open the door…because I was so exhausted and tired…slowly I was feeling less conscious. I blacked out.
