/ A PJO STORY \
You Got Competition
~ ANNABETH ~
Previously On YGC...
"I think I saw some go here," I held my breath as I heard footsteps come closer. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip.
Please don't let him discover me.
I kept that playing over and over in my head. Suddenly, something yanked me out into the open. I opened my eyes to find me face to face with one of the men.
"Well, well. What do we have here ?" He mocked. " A lost girl."
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My heart was beating really fast. I was in trouble and I needed a plan fast. My head is spinning and I can't think straight. My hands shake and my breathing is really uneven. I racked my brain for any possible ideas although I know I have none. I swallowed as I tried to speak. "Who are you ?" I asked. My voice was hoarse and shook and made the men laugh. Their laughter was scary and made my blood run cold.
"None of your business," One of the guys who was kind enough, answered. Sarcasm. A bald guy asked,"Now, what should we do with you ?" He came over and put a hand on my face, stroking my cheek. I jerked my head back, disgusted. I was supposed to be escaping. I struggled in the guy's grip, furiously. The man strained to keep me in his hold and the bald man actually slapped me.
My cheek throbbed. I could feel the bruise. The bald man sneered at me, "Now you be a quiet little girl or we'll have to silence you with either a gun or a guy." I was trembling in fear that the dudes might rape me. I did as they told me to. I stayed quiet as they gagged me and tied my hands up.
As they continued collecting the coins and all, one of the guys piped up. He was younger and had ginger hair. He frowned when he held one of the bags. "Boss, I counted all of 'em and one is missing." The bald guy, who was probably the boss cried out in frustration.
"We can't have even one of them missing. They're too valuable. Have you checked everywhere ?" He directed the question to his men. All of them nodded and the boss looked even madder. He noticed me looking at them and walked over to me. He grabbed me by the chin and forced me to look into his eyes. "You wouldn't happen to have that missing piece of coin, would you ?"
Unable to talk, I shook my head, lying. The guy laughed, "Well missy, either you 'fess up or we'll have to search you. Our resident pedophile over there," He gestured towards a man who was leaning against the wall, casually. "Would love to lay his hands on you. Even if you're about 16." I fought down the urge to scream.
The bald man asked me, "Are you going to surrender the coin ?" I merely nodded. He untied my hands and I acted as if I was going to pull the coin out of my pocket. In a flash, I kicked the guy where it counts and made a dash for it. I jumped nimbly on some old boxes as I made my escape. I did pretty good as I kicked three guys in their 'places'. But it wasn't over.
Those guys had some hyperactive energy. I ran out of the alley and made few turns. I was unaware of the direction I was heading in but I'm pretty sure that it's the right way. The adrenaline was almost too much. I kept on hearing their footsteps. When I risked a glance at them, they were still there and they were gaining on me.
I knew I couldn't run forever. My head was throbbing, my legs were aching and I felt like I wanted to puke. My vision kept blurring and clearing and my brain didn't register what was real and what was fantasy. Suddenly, my legs gave way from under me. I immediately fell. My face hit the pavement and I was scared that I broke something. I was even more scared that now I was helpless.
Then, I felt some hands grasp me. Oh no !
I woke up with a jolt. I looked around to see that I was in my room. My new tee shirts were scattered on the floor and I was lying in bed. My blue hoodie was dangling from a hook on the door. I must have fallen asleep after I opened the tags. I breathed in a sigh of relief. Everything felt so real to me. On instinct, I tucked my hand into my pocket, expecting to find it empty.
Unfortunately, my hand closed around a cold solid object. I pulled it out and saw that it was the coin. The owl on it stared at me. Why does it seem so real but the dream so fake. How can that even make sense ? I mean, it was a dream. Right ? Suddenly, I noticed something out of the ordinary. There was a red scarf hanging from my study chair.
I didn't own a red scarf. Whose red scarf is that ?
What if the dream wasn't a dream. What if it was real. But if it was real, I would be murdered by now. If I'm still alive, who saved me? More importantly, why would they leave their scarf behind ? What is the motive ? Is it to remind me that it was all real ? Or a sign that I was going mental.
I decided that I probably wasn't thinking straight because of the lack of sleep. I snuggled under the covers. Maybe if I woke up tomorrow, it'll all be gone. Yeah, that probably is right. My eyes closed pretty soon.
I have a long holiday but I have to spend it by studying for next year. Best case scenario, I can only update once a month next year. But the chapters will probably be longer.
Anyway, any reviews for whose scarf Annabeth found ? Review everyone.