Chapter 2
His grip on my arm was strong. Dang, I had been this close to seeing my parents again. Now, I was being kidnapped. He led me to a black car and told me to get in on the passenger side. He got in the driver's side and put his seat belt on. He looked over at me.
"What?" I said.
"Your seat belt!" He exclaimed.
"Oh, right."
I put my belt on, wondering what the hell I was doing. I mean, now I was in the car of a serial killer, but surprisingly, I was still alive, for now. He started up the car. The drive was quiet; I felt uneasy, so I decided to break the silence.
"So, um, do you have a name?"
He remained silent.
"Mine's Rachel Blake," I said.
He looked over at me, "George Foyet."
We were once again silent. I turned my attention to the car window, putting my arm against it. I began playing with my hair.
"So, what were you doing outside without a jacket?" George asked.
"I had my jacket stolen from me before you came along," I said, still staring out the window, "So, can I ask you where you are taking me?"
"Rachel, let me tell you something. Life is full of surprises- some good, some bad. If you want to know, I guess you will just have to wait and see."
I began to be really scared. I started to think I'd made a mistake. I was now hoping we would get caught in traffic. I didn't have a cell phone, so I couldn't call for help, but if he slowed down I could jump out. No such luck. The streets were clear tonight.
We seemed to be driving for hours before we reached our destination. He stopped in front of a house. It was a big house, not a mansion, but still big. He got out of the car. I unbuckled my seat belt and got out, too. I waited for Foyet to take out his gun or his knife, but he didn't do it. He just started walking. He stopped when he saw that I wasn't following him.
"Are you going to come or should I get my gun out?" Foyet said.
"No, I'm coming," I said.
I followed him into the house. Once inside, I walked over to a corner. I saw a bunch of pictures and articles. The pictures were of a man with dark hair who was wearing a suit. The newspaper articles were about the man. His name was Aaron Hotchner. I wondered what the connection was between Hotchner and Foyet. I left the pictures and went to find out what Foyet had planned for me.
He was clearing some stuff on the couch in the living room.
"Okay, you're going to sleep here tonight," he said.
Now I was really confused, "So, if you're not going to kill me, what are you going to do with me? Also, who is the guy in those pictures?"
"That's not for you to know right now. Here's a blanket and a pillow, so go to sleep," he said, in an angry tone.
He stormed off upstairs. Well, at least he wasn't locking me up somewhere. I lay down on the couch, wrapping the blanket around me. I was still cold.