Read part one here
My heart stopped and my palms began to sweat as my heart beat out of my chest. I didn't turn my head to see who it was. I didn't call for help. I just did exactly what he said to do, and that was drive.
As I backed out of the parking lot away from the train I couldn't help but realize a black figure move in the windows of one of the cars, but I dismissed that immediately as I processed the directions my captor calmly said into my ear.
Actually, he was too calm. It was like he's done this a thousand times without consequence. Clearly, because he's still doing it today. Every time he said a direction, like turn left, go straight, let this car pass you, turn down this street there it was almost a snicker to his voice. One that boasted confidence. He knew he was going to get away with whatever he wanted.
After an hour and a half of driving, we finally reached a stopping point. It was a gas station. At that moment I've never been so happy that I always let my take run to E. I could tell this wasn't in his plans because he didn't know what to do at first. It was the first time there was any sort of emotion in his voice other than serenity. I still hadn't looked at him until then, but his face was covered. It was just his deep, gray eyes that were left untouched by his mask. I didn't recognize them, but this guy had to be Steve. Right? We've been following him all this time today and he's the last person I saw from the abandoned train.
"Here's what we have to do," he removed his mask. To my surprise, it wasn't Steve. It was some middle-aged man with dirty, brown hair and scars on his face. His beard was scraggly and his teeth were stained from cigarettes, as the smell of his breath gave it away. "I'm going to pump the gas, give me your card."
A card? If we used that then wouldn't they be able to track us? But he wouldn't have to go inside to use a card, he'd just have to stay here so he could make sure I wasn't going to leave. But police could still trace us if they were looking. Well, when they will look. It takes 24 hours for someone to report a missing person and even then it could be too late.
"It doesn't matter that you know what I look like because you're going to be-"
"Can't they track you?" Might as well try, death was not on the agenda this week.
"What do you mean? They can't do that?"
He looked a little confused, but quickly hid any fear in his voice to squash whatever plan I had. "Do you know how many times I've done this? This is the first time I would even have to consider killing anyone because of this whole gas thing." he was talking to himself more than me now. He took out his phone. His hands started to shake as he dialed in a number. Those gray eyes were troubled now, the snicker in his voice gone.
And that's when I saw him from across the gas station. A tall, skinny older man. The one we've been looking for all day. It was Steve.
I locked eyes with him, he was standing in front of a familiar car...
"Jack, we need gas what do I do?"
Whoever jack was he sounded furious. Something about how he went too far from base and that's why that happened. Also something about tracing the card back so he needed to use cash. I wasn't paying that close of attention though because out of the familiar car came a familiar face. It was Kyle.
I could see the two of them conversing, probably discussing whether or not to come get me. Neither one of them looked too happy. Kyle looked terrible actually, it looked like he had been crying.
After a while, I could understand why they weren't going to come get me right away. This guy still had a weapon so that wouldn't be the smartest thing to do. I'm sure the two of them were smart enough to figure that. They must have been following me this entire time, which means Kyle saw me get into my car. However, he was in the shower so that means it must have been Steve that saw me get taken over from this man. I did see him in the train car after all. He must have found Kyle and told him about it... Or he must have called Kyle and told him about it. The last person that called me last night. He must have changed my phone somewhere then and got to Kyle after seeing me vanish off. How did they know where my car was, though? It's been such a long drive, and the time frame between me being taken and him calling Kyle to get him was a large difference.
All that didn't matter now. The point was Kyle and Steve were here to help me escape this crazy man and whoever he's on the phone with. I needed to get away somehow.
We ended up sitting in the parking lot of the gas station. The man had to tie me to the car seat after speaking to Jack on the phone. I heard Jack say that he was just going to come get us and that we were going to leave my car here. Big mistake on this guys part. I could be easily tracked now if they were quick with their next moves. Whatever those were. Right now I was only thinking about what Steve and Kyle's were.
They could do anything right now like get the police here. Why weren't they doing that? Where were the flashing lights and many men with badges and guns coming to rescue me from this horrible man?
Speaking of which, why wasn't he that scary? He hasn't threatened my life other than with the gun and clear outcome with what will happen to me when this Jack comes. That wasn't that bad, though, comparatively to what I've seen in movies. I haven't been tied up until now. I haven't had anything done to me actually, and he wasn't even going to kill me until he found out that i needed gas and his identity was revealed.
He's been silent too and calm until this point and now that he's been on his toes with this whole gas fiasco for him he's been staring off into space. Actually, he's been really quiet-
He was asleep. My jaw dropped when I realized. This guy was sleeping. He was so sure that I couldn't leave. I mean I couldn't, I was tied up, but who's to say no one was going to get me? I guess no one could in his eyes but in mine there where Kyle and Steve. I couldn't see them right now but that's because they were coming up with a plan.
It had been two hours until I saw a man get out of car next to ours. It must have been Jack. He knocked on the window and asked us to unlock the doors. When we did Jack began to talk rapidly to the man only to suddenly look up and smile. Kyle's car was parked right next to mine now. The person getting out of the drivers seat, though, wasn't Kyle.
To be continued...
