Chapter 2.
Joan and Adam looked at each other apprehensively...Joan then glanced at her watch quickly. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to look anywhere else. It was 8:00; first period had started. Grace must be wondering where the hell they are. And she was. Grace sat by herself in English that day. It was more boring than usual without her friends to talk to, and she wondered just how long Joan and Adam were waiting at that crossing. It was unlike either of them to be late, especially since Joan's mom worked at the school. As boring as English was, Adam and Joan would rather be there, or for that matter, almost anywhere other than where they were.
Adam couldn't take the silence. "What is going on?" Big mistake, the one man, dark hair, sunglasses, moustache, backhanded Adam across the face.
"Shut up kid...I'll ask the questions, if there are any to be asked. Just shut up, and don't move." Adam felt blood trickle down his chin; he had bit his lip on the impact of his face and that man's hand. Joan was freaking out. So this is what God meant? What was going to happen? Were they both going to die? Were these men armed? Where was God when she really needed him? And what lesson was this supposed to teach her?
The ride seemed to last forever and a day. Finally they stopped, and the door was opened in a garage of some sort. There were three men in all. The dark man who hit Adam, and the other one riding in the back who was a taller skinny blond man. The driver was the scariest looking out of the three of them. He walked with a limp, was bald, and probably the biggest of the 3. He sort of looked as though he could bounce at a bar. The three men guided Joan and Adam inside. They were patted down and all of their possessions were taken from them, including cell phones. The men led them to a back room and sat the two of them down on a dirty couch in the smelly house. The curtains on the window were all drawn, and no air seemed to be circulating. The blood had dried and crusted on Adam's face. Joan wished she could just wipe it away. She felt bad, Adam would never hurt a soul, and for that matter neither would she, so how could they possibly be the unwitting target for random violence.
"Stay here, we haven't figured out what to do with you yet. If you have to go to the bathroom, it's through that door. I wouldn't attempt to escape if I were you, it's pretty much impossible." The men left, and the distinct noise of a lock bolting shut was heard from the other side of the door.
"Adam, are you alright?"
"Yeah, nothing I haven't gotten from people every now and again in school."
"Well, come with me to the bathroom, and I'll see if there is something clean I can use to wipe the blood off."
"Jane, who do you suppose could be behind all of this?"
"I don't know, I was sort of thinking it was a random thing...why? Do you know of anyone who could possibly have a personal vendetta against us?"
Adam thought for a moment, and Joan thought she could see something in his eyes that made her think he knew more than he was telling. "No Jane. No possibilities come to mind." Somehow though, she didn't believe him.
Joan and Adam looked at each other apprehensively...Joan then glanced at her watch quickly. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to look anywhere else. It was 8:00; first period had started. Grace must be wondering where the hell they are. And she was. Grace sat by herself in English that day. It was more boring than usual without her friends to talk to, and she wondered just how long Joan and Adam were waiting at that crossing. It was unlike either of them to be late, especially since Joan's mom worked at the school. As boring as English was, Adam and Joan would rather be there, or for that matter, almost anywhere other than where they were.
Adam couldn't take the silence. "What is going on?" Big mistake, the one man, dark hair, sunglasses, moustache, backhanded Adam across the face.
"Shut up kid...I'll ask the questions, if there are any to be asked. Just shut up, and don't move." Adam felt blood trickle down his chin; he had bit his lip on the impact of his face and that man's hand. Joan was freaking out. So this is what God meant? What was going to happen? Were they both going to die? Were these men armed? Where was God when she really needed him? And what lesson was this supposed to teach her?
The ride seemed to last forever and a day. Finally they stopped, and the door was opened in a garage of some sort. There were three men in all. The dark man who hit Adam, and the other one riding in the back who was a taller skinny blond man. The driver was the scariest looking out of the three of them. He walked with a limp, was bald, and probably the biggest of the 3. He sort of looked as though he could bounce at a bar. The three men guided Joan and Adam inside. They were patted down and all of their possessions were taken from them, including cell phones. The men led them to a back room and sat the two of them down on a dirty couch in the smelly house. The curtains on the window were all drawn, and no air seemed to be circulating. The blood had dried and crusted on Adam's face. Joan wished she could just wipe it away. She felt bad, Adam would never hurt a soul, and for that matter neither would she, so how could they possibly be the unwitting target for random violence.
"Stay here, we haven't figured out what to do with you yet. If you have to go to the bathroom, it's through that door. I wouldn't attempt to escape if I were you, it's pretty much impossible." The men left, and the distinct noise of a lock bolting shut was heard from the other side of the door.
"Adam, are you alright?"
"Yeah, nothing I haven't gotten from people every now and again in school."
"Well, come with me to the bathroom, and I'll see if there is something clean I can use to wipe the blood off."
"Jane, who do you suppose could be behind all of this?"
"I don't know, I was sort of thinking it was a random thing...why? Do you know of anyone who could possibly have a personal vendetta against us?"
Adam thought for a moment, and Joan thought she could see something in his eyes that made her think he knew more than he was telling. "No Jane. No possibilities come to mind." Somehow though, she didn't believe him.