Lost Girl: Part 2 (5 page)

I unlatch my seatbelt and turn around to face the backseat and say something to Anna, when I realise she’s starting to shake visibly.

“What’s wrong?” I ask her. She doesn’t answer me, but just points ahead of herself, out of the front window. I turn to follow her direction and suck in a deep breath when I notice the black BMW pulling into the space in front of my car. Within seconds two men jump out of the car and run around to mine. The back door flies open and one of the men leans over Anna to unclick her seatbelt. I stretch out, trying to stop him, but before I can reach them, my door swings open and a strong arm pulls me back. I try to fight him off, struggle against his grip as much as I can but he’s too strong. He starts pulling me out of my car and I take a deep breath to scream, but his hand clasps over my mouth before I get a chance. I try to bite him, but only manage to catch a small bit of his skin. If it’s hurting he isn’t reacting to it, he isn’t showing any pain or loosening his grip. In a desperate last attempt to grab someone’s attention, anyone’s attention, I reach for the steering wheel instead, slamming my fists in the centre to make as much noise as I can.

The two men forcefully push us into the backseat of the BMW and slam the doors. I try the handle but it’s no use, the door won’t open. I scream at the top of my lungs for Rick while the men both jump back into the front of the car. The skinny one on the passenger side turns to me. “Make one more noise and you’re dead.” I instantly stop screaming, but the silence doesn’t last. Seconds later I hear Rick’s screams as he comes running out of the front door of his father’s house.

As the car pulls away at a high speed, my body is slammed into the backseat with force. I twist my neck to look through the rear window, and see Rick desperately running after us. But it’s no use, he can’t keep up, and as the car takes a right turn Rick disappears out of sight and the cries for us become ever more distant, until the sound of his voice completely disappears. I turn to face Anna, who is sitting next to me, white as a sheet. Shock and fear are clearly written on her face, and thick tears are streaming down her cheeks. Her mouth is wide open, but other than the occasional hiccup, she makes no sound. I grab her hand and tightly hold on to her, squeezing it a little to ensure her everything will be okay.

With a trembling deep sigh I look up at the two men in the front of the car, “what do you want from us?” I ask in a barely audible voice.

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