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Mitchie POV

I watched Alex leave, knowing she'd be back in a few minutes. She was never the type for dances, especially not proms. I just love having her there whenever I need her, and I know she's a good friend when she comes – even if she doesn't like it.

Turning back to the guy I was dancing with… Jack was his name, I think… I smiled and kept going. When the song finished, I nodded to him and he nodded back as we both walked away to who-knows-where. That wouldn't be the first awkward moment tonight. I smiled widely to myself and sat down, waiting for Alex to come back in.

Resting my head on my hands, I sighed and looked around. I closed my eyes for a while, wondering when my friend would be back. I noticed she left her plate on her chair, probably meaning that she was going to come back soon. Because she would never just leave her food there if she wasn't coming back in a few minutes. I brushed any negative thoughts off and began watching various couples dancing.

Every few seconds I would glance back at the door, and then at the clock, then back at the door. It had been about fifteen minutes since she walked outside. I knew she needed fresh air, but even Alex wouldn't need that much time. I would give her five more minutes, then I'd go outside and check on her.

Knowing my friend, she'd probably lost track of time, so it wouldn't be a biggie.

Five minutes had passed, and I made my way to the gym doors. Pushing them open, I stepped outside and looked around. My dress was fluttering against my knees and my hair whipped against my face. If anything, I would've thought this moment was peaceful.

But it was too peaceful. Almost eerie. Eerie enough that it would be too quiet for anyone but me to be out here. I looked anyways, frowning after circling the school twice, and my heart beating faster after searching a fourth time around the school. I could feel tears sting the corners of my eyes when I noticed her cell phone on the ground by the street.

It was cracked.

I sprinted inside, as fast as my heels would permit, choking on tears. This was not good.

Alex POV

I began to wake up, but left my eyes closed. I couldn't stand the excruciating pain in my ribs or the tearing pain I felt every time I moved my left ankle. The soreness I felt all over. But closing my eyes helped. It kept away any thoughts I might have about whatever more pain was to come. If I didn't see it, it wasn't real, right?

No, of course not. But it made me feel better thinking I was safer with my eyes closed.

I turned to be more comfortable, if that's possible when you're strapped in the very back seat of a van against your will. My head was against the window, making the headache I have just a bit more bearable. My legs were pulled up as far as they could come against me, my calves and silver heel-adorned feet against the fabric seats.

Shifting to find a more comfortable position, I gasped as I felt more pain shoot up my ankle and to my kneecap. Crap. My leg was probably broken or something.

I forced my eyes open, as far as they could go. I felt dizzy and couldn't think clearly; breathing was hard too. But hey, that's what you get for hitting your head on a sidewalk and then on the side of a van when you're being thrown into it.

Peeking just above the headrest of the seat in front of me, I was able to see two men. A tall one with shaggy brown hair, maybe in his twenties, and a shorter one with coarse black hair that was probably recently cut. He was probably in college if I didn't know better.

I heard a soft moan, and realized it had escaped my lips when I felt nausea kick in. This was probably the worst day of my life. But who was keeping track?

The taller man, who was driving, shifted his mirror slightly and looked at me.

"She's awake, Ed," he whispered.

The man I perceived to be Ed shifted his torso in his seat so he could look at me. I probably looked like crap, thanks to them. He sighed and bent over to grab a small brown tube. He twisted its cap off and took a tiny pill from it.

Ed proceeded to unbuckle himself and lifted himself as best he could over the seat. Quickly, he shoved the pill into my mouth and forced me to swallow.

And that's all I remembered until I saw nothing but black.

I woke up again, but it was still dark out. I could hear my stomach rumble, but was confused since I only must've eaten a few hours ago. It was difficult to lift my eyelids – I felt so tired. But I looked around. It seemed like we were in a forest.

The van was bouncing this way and that, jerking me every which way it desired. Stupid gravity, I commented to myself.

I could hear sticks breaking and stones being tossed onto miscellaneous objects. I turned myself so I would be facing away from the driver, knowing that if he saw me awake I would just have to take one of those pills again.

Brushing my hair from my face, however well I could with my wrists bound, I tried to find a comfortable position and think of a way out. But there wasn't a way. Jumping out of a moving van would be crazy. Jumping out of a moving van with two men trying to stop me from leaving would be crazier. And jumping from a moving van that was going through an unfamiliar forest with my wrists bound was just insane.

I would have to wait for another opportunity.

I sat there, hoping that the van would make a maintenance stop or that the two goons would get hungry, and maybe slow down a bit.

Right now, though, there was no sign of civilization. I shivered when I thought about what might happen to me.

Sighing once again, I decided to sit up. I was already in deep and there was nowhere to go but deeper. Cringing when my side started to throb, I placed my hand on the seat cushion to help me up. Both men noticed, and slowed down.

"Where are we?" I pried, noticing my voice was scratchy and hoarse. I realized a sudden dryness in my throat and I licked my lips, trying to keep them from cracking.

"That's none of your business," the taller one replied.

"Well, seeing as you've kidnapped me and dragged me around all night, I'd assume that it's actually more my business than yours," I curtly answered him. Screw safety, I was more angry than I'd ever been. Or, more than I can remember being.

I looked at the briefcase that was in the seat in front of me. On top of it was a pocketknife.

Quickly thinking, I bluntly told the two men that I had to use the restroom. The shorter one, Ed, looked at the taller one, whose name I couldn't recall. Both nodded and the van was pulled over.

"Come around to the side door," said Ed.

I slid off of the back seat and crouched so I would be able to keep from hitting my head on the top of the van. It was difficult to walk, but at least I could get my feet moving. I tripped, or so the goons thought, and landed on the briefcase with my hands still tied behind my back.

Grabbing the pocketknife as fast as I could, I concealed it in my hands. I prayed neither of them saw.

When the door was opened, I made my way out and glared at Ed. Keeping my head high, or as high as it could go when a strange man leads you behind a tree and walks a few feet away so he won't make it more awkward than it is, I leaned against the tree.

I flipped the pocketknife until I found its sharpest setting and began to cut at the threads of the rope until my hands were free. I grabbed the ropes and gently set them on the ground so it wouldn't make a sound, and rubbed my wrists. They stung from the tight rope but I felt them tingling, which was probably a good sign. I unstrapped my heels and tied them around my wrists.

I placed the pocketknife in between my teeth and took a deep breath.

Then I ran.

Ran as fast as I could from the two strange men and the big white van that had held me prisoner for what felt like days. I sprinted as quickly as my ankle and side would permit. It was freezing out, and I could see my breath shooting from my mouth.

The cold breeze stung my eyes and made it hard to breathe. My already dry throat felt as if it was threatening to crack.

But I still ran. I weaved in and out of trees, and looked back once to see if I was being followed. No one was there. Well, no one I could see, at least.

I kept running. I would never feel safe enough until I was out of the woods and in civilization.

My feet protested, my knees ached, my ankle felt as though it had shattered. My side burned and my ribs felt bruised. My bare back and legs had goosebumps, but I was too afraid to notice. Yes, the tough girl who could frighten the captain of her school's football team, was afraid of two scrawny men.

Normal POV

They had stopped her before, nearly killed her. What would stop them from doing that now, when she had run away from them? It could risk their chance of freedom, so it was them or her. Alex prayed that they hadn't noticed until later.

Looking back once more, Alex realized that there was movement behind her. The crackling of sticks and the scattering of stones sent chills down her spine. Finding the nearest tree, Alex thanked God that she went out every summer and climbed her favorite trees with her best friend and her little brother.

Grabbing a branch just above her head, Alex pulled herself up and sat down on it. This would be difficult. Placing her left ankle in a small hold that had been created by some creature, she hoisted herself up and gasped at the pain in her ankle, nearly dropping the pocketknife. Reaching up again, Alex pulled herself to a branch that was nearly forty feet off of the ground and sat down on it.

What made climbing even more difficult was the skirt. It had caught on a few twigs and tore in several places, but that didn't stop her. Alex laid as flat as she could against the branch and waited, hoping that she wouldn't be seen. It was still cold out, so the trees didn't have all of their leaves, but there were enough to cover her from anyone who might be searching for her.

Keeping her breathing steady but shallow, Alex squeezed her eyes shut, as if that would make her abductors vanish. She heard a car door gently close, as if not to make any sound for someone who shouldn't want to be found.

She could see a flashlight just below her, and she wished that she had climbed further. The light shone throughout the forest, and she could hear nocturnal creatures scattering every which way they desired.

Keeping her hand shut tight around the pocketknife, Alex eyed the man standing directly below her.

And then the forest was dark again. She heard a man utter several curses before returning to his van, and heard him drive off. She could still hear the van, and when it hit gravel and drove out of earshot, she still waited, not wanting to take any chances.

After what felt like several hours, she sighed, though her heart rate still hadn't gone down and her breathing was still shaky.

Her feet touched the ground, and for a moment Alex felt safe.

She walked through the brush, not knowing which way civilization might be or which way would lead her back to the men, if they were still waiting for her. Silently, she kept walking. As tired as she was, she had come this far with her life, and she would keep going.

Finally, reaching a small clearing where the forest met the road, Alex stumbled and sat down under a large tree, exhausted. She laid her head back and closed her eyes, not realizing she was falling asleep.

Though her breathing was labored, she was sure no one would hear her, and she believed she was well-hidden enough that no one could see her. But then again, Alex had been wrong before.