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The door to the restaurant was opened, and I was pushed in. Nate kept firm grip on my hand the whole time. I quickly glanced around the run down looking place we just entered. There was no one here, except a woman standing behind the counter too interested in her magazine to have even noticed we came in.

Mitchie's POV

We walked for God knows how long in complete silence. Well, almost silence, the only thing I could hear was the constant pounding of my heart. I was certain at any moment it would fall out. I heard a door opening, only to be hit with cold air. I shivered but continued to walk.

A few minutes later, we came to a stop again, I heard another door open, and I was pushed inside a vehicle, then it closed again. It wasn't the same as the van I was in the first time, it felt like I was sitting on seats of a car.?

I heard more doors open and close, then the car started. I sighed the best I could, considering I was still gagged. The silence was broken when Shane spoke.?"When we get to the restaurant outside of town I'm stopping, want anything?" Well, I knew he obviously wasn't talking to me, as I couldn't really talk at all right now.?

"Yeah, we should get some food, and some more clothes. Hey, did you feed Mitchie this morning?" Uh, hello Nate, Mitchie sitting right here! Wherever 'here' is. Just then the cloth was removed from my mouth. "Scream and you'll regret it." I nodded, too afraid to say anything. From the voice I recognized it was Jason who spoke. For someone who doesn't talk much, he sure is scary when he does. "Mitchie, would you like something to eat when I stop?" I nodded, afraid what might happen if I spoke. Silence filled the car after that, and I drifted to sleep, dreaming ofthelife I used to know.

My eyes flewopen when the car suddenly came to a stop, only to snap them shut again when I realized I wasn't blindfolded anymore. I opened my eyes slowly this time, giving a chance to adjust to the sudden brightness. I looked around the car for the first time. I wasn't tied anymore, but handcuffed to the door handle, and alone.? So much for trying to escape.?

Looking around a bit more, I took in my surrounding, only to see Shane and Jason walking out of the building with bags. Where were we anyways? A restaurant? A gas station? My thoughts were interrupted by the car door opening. Shane and Jason got in the car only a few moments later, following by Nate in the back with me. It was then I realized I really had to use the bathroom, bad.

Wouldn't she notice them walking towards the car first? Just a thought.

"Um..," my voice was hoarse when I spoke. "Can I go to the bathroom?" Nate looked at me and nodded. He reached over and unhooked me.

"Stay here." He jumped out before I could answer, and quickly ran around the car. He opened the door I had been attached to, and pulled me out.

"Scream or even talk, and I won't be responsible for what I do to you, got it?" He hissed in my ear as we walked closer to the restaurant. I looked around, noticing only one car in the parking lot, the one we are in. Great, perfect, wonderful. I'm absolutly loving how helpful this place is becoming.

An armed robber could have walked in and she would never have noticed. Suddenly, my arm was yanked to the right, towards the restrooms, I guessed. We turned the corner to the far right of the restaurant and sure enough, two bathrooms.

Just then a thought hit me. Windows! I could try and climb through the windows, run to a pay phone and call for help. I hadno clue where we were, but hopefully someone would find me. After all, police always managed to track pay phone calls in the movies. We came to a stop outside the door that read 'Woman'. Nate turned me around so that I was now facing him. Had he just read my mind-?

"You have 5 minutes, then I'm coming in to get you, done or not. Got it?" He growled.

"Okay." I mumbled, praying that it would take me less than 5 minutes to escape. I spun around and walked in the bathroom, waiting for the door to close behind me. As soon as I heard it close, I started searching, which didn't take very long, because directly on the wall in front of me was a window. I looked a decent size, and I would be able to fit through it, but first, I had to seem like I was actually doing something in the bathroom. Which, I suddenly remembered, I had to do quite badly.

Once I flushed the toilet, and washed my hands, I walked towards the window. Looking up, I slowly pushed it open, which wasn't hard at all. I grabbed on to the bottom of it, pulling my self up until I could see how far down it was. I immediately glanced at the door again, noting on my watch I now only had less than 2 minutes before Nate came in the bathroom.

I wasn't a long way down, and I would have no trouble jumping. I lifted my feet up so that they were resting on the sink, then lifted them up further swinging them out the window. I edged my body further outside, until I was literally hanging onto the top of the window. With one quick look around me, I let go. Landing perfectly on my feet, I froze for a split second

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"She finally wakes up. About time, I was beginning to worry." I looked towards the voice to find Nate staring at me, his face looking very frustrated.

"You know what to do, Nate." Again I looked towards the voice, and this time Jason spoke. He was also the one driving, while Shane was in the passenger seat, staring out the window.

"Do we really have to. Jason? She has no clue where we are, and no clue where we are going. It's only going to be another 10 minutes until we arrive. How much information could she possiblycollect in 10 minutes?" Nate spoke again. Why was he defending me? And what was with them talking like I wasn't in the car?

"You're still going to have to do it. What to you think Br-the boss will say if we arrive and she can see everything, as well as move around freely?" I saw Nate shaking his head, as if he were defeated. "That's what I thought. Now do it, or I will."

"Fine." He reached for my hands, which I only now realized were laying in my lap, untied, and retied them with rope. So much for that. I was then blindfolded again. I knew all too well what came next.

"Wait!" I shouted.

"What?" Nate spoke, but he sounded annoyed.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?"

"This," I tried raising my hands. " Why are you helping the boss, if you don't want to?"

"Do we really have to talk about this now?"

"I have the right to know. I am the one being held against my will."

"You know our reasons. No other choice. So drop it."

"Where are we going?"

"To met your father, and collect the money. What's with the questions?"

"Oh, nothing, I'm just curious."

"Well, you better stop being curious and don't talk anymore. We're here, and as of now, I, or my brothers, can't protect you from the boss."

"One more question."

"What now, Mitchie?"

"You keep calling him, the boss, does he have a name?"

Nothing. "Well?"

"Yeah, he does, Mitchie, but it's not my place to tell you. Now stay quiet and I won't have to gag you, got it?"

"Yes."

I felt movement in the car, doors opening and closing, until I was lifted from the car and placed on solid ground again.

We started to walk forward. No one said a word, and all I could hear was the sound of the four of us walking.

We came to a stop. Someone gripped both my arms, holding me still, but it was pointless seeing as I froze when I heard the voice I'd been longing to hear.

"Mitchie?" I couldn't help but smile.

'Dad! ' I wanted to shout, but I still remembered Nate's threat in the car, and didn't dare make a sound.

"As you can see, just like I informed you earlier, your daughter is fine. She is alive and well. Now, answer my question, do you have my money?" Oh god. It was him.

"Yes. But you've got to give me my daughter first."

"No, I don't have to do anything. I am the one making the demands and calling the shots in case you have forgotten. Now, hand over the money."

I didn't care anymore, I wasn't going to let my dad suffer like this. I knew what he was planning on doing, takingthe money then making a break for it while still controlling me like a puppet on strings.

"Dad, no!" I shouted. "Don't give him the money! Don't listen to him. He's lying. Dad, don't give him th-" But I was cut off by someone slapping me.

"Shane, shut her up orI'll do it myself!"

"You leave my daughter alone! I got the money, now give her back!"

I felt someone pull me away, but I didn't want to get back in the car. I wanted to leave with my father. I wanted to see my family again. I tried my best to struggle out of their tight grasp on my arms, but with no luck.

"Goodbye, Mr. Torres." The Boss said coldly. "You saw your daughter, and I do believe you have another part of the deal to complete. Maybe then Mitchie will be returned to you safe and sound. Or maybe not." When he said them words, numbness took over. I knew in my head I was never going to get out of here again, but my heart couldn't believe it was true. I guess I kinda blacked out just knowing my father was only feet away from me but I couldn't even see him, let alone hug and leave with him. Just seeing him would've been enough-!

I didn't hear anything else for awhile. I guess I was still in shock. But finally the numbness wore off, and even though I was awake and I aware was still ignoring the world, along with my kidnappers. It was like the only thing that mattered at all right then was that I was still tied up, still in that car, and still their prisoner.

They must've untied me. At least took my blindfold off. Because the last thing I remember about that night was seeing Shane's face as he whisper a 'good night', after tucking me into what felt like my bed. Then I slowly drifted off to sleep, wanting more than anything to wake up in my own bed surrounded by the people I loved. Even in my dreams I prayed that when I finally did wake up, this would all have been just another nightmare.

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then I took off running. Where, I didn't know. The only thing I did know for sure was the further I got away from this place, the better.

I kept running and running, away from the restaurant, away from my kidnappers, away from the boy I loved and would probably never see again. What a minute! Boy I loved? Would probably never see again? Alright, first off, I 'loved' no one. Secondly, I should have been jumping for joy at the words 'would probably never see again'.

Everything seemed to be going so well with my impromptu escape until reality caught up to me and stopped me dead in my tracks. I was standing face to face with a cage.

Great. A wall. More obstacles for my brilliant escape plan.

Without even looking up I could tell the road block was really high. I let out a frustrated sigh and started following it. Maybe someone was stupid enough to not fence the whole place in, leaving a gap for me to climb through.

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My legs were getting tired and after what seemed like hours of no luck, I sat on the ground with back against the fence. Then a thought hit me. Where weremy kidnappers? Why hadn't they tried to chase me? Surely they'd noticed me gone by now. Then another thought hit me, stinging and hard like a slap in the face. Maybe they wanted me to try to escape, so I could die all alone and cold in the dark woods.

I'd never see my father again, or my sister, or my best friends. Why did this have to happen to me? Why! I was suddenlytornfrom my thoughts by the sound of screaming. Wait, screaming? This place was deserted, who could be screaming...oh. It's me. I'm screaming. I opened my eyes when I felt myself moving, only to find myself back in the car again. Wait, how did I get back in a car? I thought I was on the ground behind the restaurant