Call It a Dare

I closed my eyes, feeling cold air rush into my face. Ahh, the feeling of the bitter winter. I straightened out my blue peacoat and purple scarf, ready to take on the weather. My boots clinked with each step, the chains rattling like no tommorrow. I was supposed to meet a friend on High Street which wasn't very far from the bus stop. Yeah, a pretty little rich girl took a bus.

Everyone thinks I would have a hot rod or something, but I don't. I dont even have a liscense which sucks eggs. To take my mind off of my school grades, that were so bad my mom brought out her old meter stick. My brother and I knew there was something bad going on when she brought it out. She always had it out once in awhile when Matt and I were in middle school. I shivered under the street light and felt a buzz in my back pocket.

Teresa was texting me, probably worried sick because I was late. I tried to avoid texting her, it felt like a whole new person when you texted her. Everything came out wrong on her end. Instead of asking for a math page she'd type in all capital letters, adding cuss words, asking for the page. Teresa was actually the sweetest human being in the world.

A few more quacks and buzzes came and I hurried my steps down the street. Darkness was coming quickly like it always did during winter. It was only seven thirty and only the street lights were on of the only sources of light. Not including High Street.

As I walked I felt eyes on me. I shook the thought off. Of course there would be people staring. Especially old men, which is totally freaky. I've had a few encounters with creepy old guys before, and they weren't the pleasant 'hellos' and 'how are you doings', they were trying to get all up in my business. As a good girl should, I told my Mom and step-dad and they reacted like any parent would - with a bit of tears and millions of questions.

High Street was so close, but it felt so far. Maybe it was the wind blowing me around, or the stupid thought of someone watching me again. A man stood by the street light on the other side of the street, smoking a cigarette. He was the one watching me. I returned my eyes to the bookstore on High Street, then looked back again, curious. The man was gone, so I picked up my pace until I reached the intersection.

"Hello, darling." a local accent greeted me in a husky voice. I froze as they wrapped something sround my wrists and held something to my mouth. I started to scream, but the rag muffled my shouts. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. Shit. Shit. Shit. He reached into my pocket, grabbing the pepper spray I always carried when going to town. "Looks like you're mine now, love."

A van pulled up and I knew screaming and crying wouldn't help me. Mom would be sick, Teresa would go crazy, Matt would take the job of looking for me, and my stepdad, I had no real clue. He'd probably be part of the search party, the one pushing around the police to find me. Ron never liked it when my mom was worried or crying, he always had to figure what was wrong.

I fell tired into the car, hoping this was all a nightmare.

Notes

So this is chocolateshake! I'm one of the co-authors. :3 have a wonderful time reading our story