Trapped
CHAPTER 2: Willow
After that every thing kind became a blur of colors and sounds mixing together until all I could see were red as blood began spilling from my forehead blinding me.
Nausea felid my stomach as I lessoned to my surrounding, my body going numb as I realized the car had stopped, there was no drought in my already sacred and confused mind that we were definitely caught.
"J-Jared what happening" I whispered but my question was answered with nothing but silence. Slowly I reached over to the driver's seat to fell for him, but I could only fell the lather seat of the car. Horrified that Jared might have been thrown out of the window or something I began franticly wiping at my eyes trying to get the blood out of them so I could see.
What I saw mad my heart fly into my throat, Jared wasn't in the drivers seat. Not because he been thrown out of the window. No, it was because he had abandoned the car. Turning slightly in my seat I turned to look back at Hatchet, but I wasn't surprised that he wasn't there. Jared and Hatchet were a team a package if you got one you got the other. If one escape a squad of police so did the other. It was me who didn't belong, me who didn't truly fit into there little equation. They had left me, bleeping and hurt and left to take the blame, I had no dough that the money was gone too.
Sitting back in my seat I closed my eyes and let myself think, but it was heard to think with my brain pounding against my scull. But I pushed the thought of the pain away, by now I was use to pain, living with Hatchet as a house mate; pain is one of the many things you become accustomed to defiantly if you were a girl.
'Ok Willow what are you going to do?' I thought to myself, as lessoned to the sound of thundering feet approaching the car. 'What will I do? Nothing, can't do anything if I'm surrounded beside I dough I could walk to well I probably had a concussion.' sighing I opened my eyes to look out my window, standing out side my door was a man with a gun pointing at me throw the glass.
"Open the door and step out" he commanded, his voice low and calm. 'strange he doesn't sound hostel' Ithought as I slowly unfascinated my seat belt never taking my eyes off of the man, as I reached for the door handle I notice that the man was warring a bullet prove vest that had the initials F.B.I on it.
'Great the Feds, I should have known' stepping out of the car I swiftly glanced around at the scan around me. The street was blocked off; all around us was abandoned civilians cars who could bee seen standing a safe distance away. Making a fence to block them out was a line of cop cars, wile there acquaints stud bent behind there open doors their guns pointed at me. I just had enough time to notice that the men and women in police uniforms also stud a grate distance away wile a few in F.B.I vest stud a bit closer.
"Get down on the floor you hands up behind you head" the F.B.I agent beside me tolled me his voice still so calm. Strangely it calmed me and I couldn't help but do what he said. As I bent to the floor my hands behind my head I looked up at my arrester, he was handsome mid forties and graying slightly around the edges of his hair behind his ears. Looking into his dark brown eyes, I fought myself felling the need to cry.
I had never cried, not when Jared and Hatchet had stole me away from home a year ago telling me I had to come with them or they would kill my mother and sisters. Not when Jared had beaten me mercury until it became drilled in my head that I was to do what ever he and Hatchet said. I didn't even cry when Hatchet snuck into my room at night to force himself on me. No I didn't cry, I couldn't let them see me cry.
But looking into the agents brown eyes that reminded me so mush of my father's, I couldn't fight the tears that had been building up inside me for the last year and a half. And strangely I felt relived that Jared and Hatchet didn't bother to take me with them on there escape, because suddenly I realized that even if I was going to be murdered in my cell latter on down the line, I had finally escape form the tow and the man they worked for.
