Chapter Two

Escape

Bubbles P.O.V

Bright. Way too bright.

Did I forget to close the curtains last night?

Ugh, I was way too tired for the sun to decide to be a jerk.

I rearranged my head's position so that I was face down on my... leather pillow?

My eyes snapped open and I became acutely aware of the light pur of a new engine buzzing around me. I was in a car. A nice one, from the sound of it and the feel of the leather seats.

"What...?" I trailed off as I lifted my head and saw a divider between the driver's seat and me.

"Hello?" I called out, my voice thick from sleep.

No answer, yet the car seemed to be moving.

I tentatively peeked out the window only to see... nothing.

It was locked as well.

And it hadn't been the sun that had woken me up, but an overhead light that must've clicked on while on conscious.

"Who's there?" I called louder hugging my knees to my chest.

That terrifying silence started up again.

My eyes widened as the words 'kidnapped' and 'sex trafficking' flashed in my mind.

I lunged at the door, jiggling the handle with vigor to no avail.

The lock button had made itself scarce and I couldn't find it no matter how hard I looked.

I grimaced slightly as I realized I'd be making a much louder and messier escape than previously planned.

I'd have to break the window.

I took off my heels with shaking hands and held one of them, stiletto out.

Without another moment of hesitation, I lunged at the window with a little cry.

The heel connected with the glass and, contrary to the loud crash I was expecting, a loud thud echoed around the car.

What the...?

I tried hitting it again, with more oomph, and got the same result.

My frustration getting the best of me, I started slamming it into the stubborn window repeatedly.

The car suddenly squealed to a stop and my breath caught.

I guess I've finally been heard.

Crap.

I scooted as far away from that door as possible, wielding my now dull heel as a weapon

What if they have they had guns?

How many of them were there?

Who were they?

Dozens of questions started rushing into me as I heard the lock click and the door handle turned.

I let out a blood curdling shriek as the car door was thrown open, waving my shoe around violently.

"Whoa!" A deep voice yelped, jumping back, "So you aren't dead!"

I stopped thrashing, but still held the stiletto in front of my face for protection.

"Of course im not dead!" I shrieked.

"Okay!" he said, throwing his hands up in surrender, "Okay, I know now. But you were so cold last night...I wasn't sure."

I pursed my lips, "What were you going to do if I were dead?"

He eyed something at my feet and I glanced at the object in horror.

"You were going to bury me?!" I demanded, picking up the shovel menacingly.

He shrugged noncommentally and I threw the shoe at him.

"What's wrong with you? Why didn't you call the police or something?!" I screamed as he narrowly avoided being impaled.

Not that the cops would do to me but through me in a cell, but...

He sighed and then hesitated for a second, "I wasn't thinking straight."

"You sure weren't." I muttered, my posture slumping as I realized I wasn't in any danger, from him at least.

"Do..." He trailed off, "Do you have some place that you want me to drop you off?"

I froze for a moment, looking away from him.

I didn't. I couldn't stay anywhere in Georgia.

"Where are you headed?" I asked, instead of answering his previous question.

"Out of town." He met my eyes evenly and muttered evasively.

"Perfect." I said smoothly, "Ill tag along."

He made a chocking noise that wasn't quite a laugh, "Really."

I nodded easily, "If you don't mind. I've been wanting to do some sight seeing outside of Buckhead."

"I might be going a little further than out the country." he warned.

"Even better." I said with false cheer.

"I mind." he said shortly and I nearly cried.

"Oh." I crumbled in the seat, "Okay, I don't wanna be a bother or anything..."

I stood up and one miserable step away from the car, which turned out to be a limo.

"Okay" He breathed grumpily, "You can come, just stop with the puppy look!"

I whirled around with a hopeful look, "You mean it?"

He scowled, "Yes, now get in before I change my mind."