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Chapter 10
"Pete! We've gotta get outta here!" Joe yelled as he stormed through the door.
"Where have you been? You said you would be back an hour ago!"
"There's no time for that! We have to leave! NOW! Lizzie's dumb ass husband and those damn friends of his know where we are!"
"WHAT!" Pete roared.
"We won't have time to kill her and get rid of the body before they come. We'll have to take her somewhere else to do it."
They untied me from the chair and bound my wrists before throwing me in the back of a van.
They drove for what seemed to me like an eternity, but in reality could not have been more than an hour or so.
Finally, the van came to a rolling stop. I glanced out the small window, and saw what looked like a huge warehouse.
Pete and Joe started walking towards the back of the van. I can't even begin to describe how terrified I was. My heart was practically pounding out of my chest.
"I've gotta do something!"
I looked around the back of the van for something I could possibly use for a weapon, but I found nothing.
Quickly, I formulated a plan. It would most likely only delay my death for awhile, but I knew I had to take a chance.
When the back doors were opened, I threw myself at them.
Even though I don't weigh all that much, I caught them off guard, so we all fell to the ground.
I quickly scrambled to my feet and looked around me.
I couldn't take the road; they'd catch me before I could get far. Also, I'd be a sitting duck if they had guns.
As they started to get up, I ran for the only option I had left... the warehouse.
