Hey guys! Thank you so much for reading this far! I'm sorry the first two chapters were so short; I'll defiantly work on making them longer. I hope you like the story so far, if you do or don't, review, and tell my why!
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He made me jump up into the huge truck cab, which took a lot of effort, with me being 5 foot and the step being about four feet in the air. He slammed the door, and walked around to the driver's seat.
"The door, Hina! Get OUT of here!" Katja screamed frantically.
I tried to open the door, but it was locked.
"Damn child proof." I said, trying not to cry.
I was terrified. "Don't make him angry, he will NOT hesitate to hurt you." Katja warned. He got in the driver's seat, and sped off. Ten minutes passed before I could find my voice.
"Where are you taking me?" it sounded so shaken, and weak, I could have slapped myself. "Don't talk to him!" Katja screamed in Russian.
Why did he take me?! Wouldn't he have wanted someone normal looking, and pretty? I asked Katja. She didn't answer.
"You'll see." was all he said.
"What's your name?" he asked, after another ten minutes of silence.
"Don't tell him your real name, make one up. Oksana, your name is Oksana." Katja said quickly.
"Oksana." I could have taken that gun, and shot myself in the head. He faced me sharply, and grabbed my collar.
"Don't. Lie. To me. " He broke down the words like I was three. I was shaking, I was so damn scared. He let go.
"What's your real name?"
"Hinata." I whispered. I clutched my necklace, a silver circle a little bigger than a half dollar, with five floating alexandrite stones, a dark red, a purple, a green, a white, and a pink. All imported from the town my mom is from, Yekaterinburg. He saw me grab it, and said, "What a lovely necklace. What kind of stones are those?" I was afraid he might steal it.
"Some cheap costume jewelry. Nothing valuable." I said hastily. He chuckled, which confused me.
"Don't worry sweetie, I'm not going to steal anything. I'm just trying to start some conversation." How could he read me so easily?
"Why did you kidnap me? I don't come from a rich family; they can't give you a ransom." I blurted out, hoping it would convince him to let me go.
"It's not a ransom I want." He said. A cold feeling of dread arose in my chest.
"Then why? Why me? I'm not exactly your normal looking girl." I managed to ask. He didn't answer. I tried to call for Katja, for comfort more than advice, but she had checked out. We drove in silence for two hours before he pulled over at a rest stop. I had tried thinking of ways to escape when we stopped, but all I could think about was that damn gun. Maybe I could find a marker and paper, write "HELP ME" on it, and press it against the window. No, I'd probably get caught. And I didn't know what this guy was capable of if he caught me.
"I'm going to let you use the restroom and then we will stop and get some food. If you ask for help or try to escape, you'll wish yourself dead, got it?" I nodded, knowing that was my answer. He reached in his pocket, making sure to flash is gun at me, and handed me a roll of quarters. He walked me to the restroom, and told me I had four minutes, or he would come in and get me. I bought some much needed tampons, used the restroom, washed my hands and face, and almost ran to the door. I couldn't risk making him angry. He offered to stop at a McDonald's, but I refused as peacefully as I could.
"You have to be hungry." he said.
"I am. It's just-" I stopped, embarrassed, for some crazy reason.
"Just what?" he asked, in a strangely concerned voice.
"I'm a vegetarian." I muttered.
"You're a Rastafarian?" he asked, incredulously.
"I'm a vegetarian." I yelled. Oh, God. Why did I do that?! He'll kill me now, for sure. Why didn't I just say yes, and choke down a hamburger? Please, don't kill me! My heart was beating so fast. He chuckled. That chuckle turned into a full belly laugh.
"Please, I'm sorry. Please, don't kill me"
"Why would I kill you? It was just funny hearing such a quiet little girl yell so passionately. We can stop at a vegetarian restaurant." He turned on a GPS I hadn't noticed before, a very fancy looking one.
"Vegetarian restaurants around Sunagakure." Sunagakure?! That's at least a few hundred miles from Konoha. How am I going to get back now? He stopped at a little café called Cornucopia. I ordered some grilled squash and a pomegranate salad.
"Wow. So you eat like this all the time?" he asked. He had ordered a Boca burger and sweet potato fries.
"Yes. I became a vegetarian when I was nine." I answered. I was still trying to reach Katja, but still, nothing. I ate as slowly as I could, just in case someone might recognize me from the news, or something. No such luck. He paid the bill, and we were on the road again. I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew, we were pulling into an airport.
"Why are we at an airport?" I asked, frantically.
"We're leaving the country." He said, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"No, please, I'm begging you. Look, if you just leave me here, I won't tell anyone anything about you. I'll tell my mom I ran away, and you can fly away, and this will all be over." I begged. Not only was I scared of leaving with him, flying terrified me.
"I'm sorry. As great as that sounds, I have to take you with me. I promise, you'll understand soon enough." He said, walking to the back of the cab. He emerged with a bag full of clothes.
"Here, changed, and fix your make-up. You look like a mess. Also, here," he handed me a blonde wig. He turned his back.
"Could you step outside?" I asked.
"No. Nothing personal, I just don't trust you." He said, in a no nonsense voice.
I sighed, and took out the clothes he had given me. There was a pretty purple and blue striped sweater, some black leggings, and dark gray skirt. Also, there was some white cotton panties, a way too small bra, a make-up kit, and some dark purple suede boots. I got dressed, and applied some dark blue eye shadow and liner on one eye, and dark gray on the other. The only lipstick was strawberry pink, but it was better than nothing. I brushed what was left of my hair, put on the wig, and was ready to go. When the red haired man turned around, he looked shocked.
"Why the-" he motioned to his eyes.
"It's my favorite way to do make-up." I said. "Can I ask you something"
"Sure"
"What is your name?"
He paused, then said, "You can call me Gaara."