Note: This chapter is going to have some action in it! It's also going to change point of views.
"So, why didn't you go to college?" Jimmy asked me as we were walking on the sidewalks of Rockefeller.
"Well, I didn't feel like it was exactly necessary to go to college for comedy." I explained. "Not that it isn't educational in a way, I just don't think it's really something to study."
"Ah." Jimmy replied. Just then, a middle aged man walked up to us. He looked at me, Jimmy, and back at me.
"Are you Malina McCullough?" The man asked, his voice hoarse. I gave him a warm smile, and nodded.
The man smiled back. "Do you mind coming to my car, and signing an SNL picture I have? I forgot to get it out of my car." He asked. I got an uneasy feeling, and looked over to Jimmy. Jimmy gave me a smile, and I followed the man.
"Okay, so what do you want me to sign?" I asked as he opened his car doors. He had a plum colored van, that looked like it hadn't been washed in a while. Then I spotted his SNL picture.
"Do you mind grabbing that for me? My back is bad, and it can't really bend that well." The man said with a chuckle.
"Of course!" I hopped into the van, and grabbed his SNL picture. It was the picture of the whole entire cast. Just then, I heard the door of the van close. My head shot back, and I raised an eyebrow.
"Hello?" I asked, looking out the window that was facing Jimmy, who was right across the street. He was looking at the van with an eyebrow raised, and realization washed over him, and his eyes widened.
"Don't trust strangers." The man said behind me. I turned around, and he had a murderous smile on his face. I gave him an angry look, and tried to squirm out of the van, but he stopped me.
"Jimmy!" I managed to scream loud enough for Jimmy to hear, but the man was about the step on the gas pedal. I looked out the window again, and Jimmy was running towards the van. But the man stepped on the gas pedal, and we speeded off.
Then, I got an idea. I'll turn the volume of my cell phone all the way down, and call Jimmy so maybe he can find out where I am. I turned down my volume, and dialed his number.
"What do you want from me?" I asked, anger showing in my voice. The man looked back at me, and let out a frustrated laugh. "Shouldn't you know better than to trust strangers?" The man replied, letting out a chuckle.
I looked at my phone screen, and noticed that Jimmy picked up. It said we were on the phone for two minutes and thirty-six seconds.
I reached my hand out, in attempt to slap the man, but he caught my hand before I could do anything.
"Mad, are we?" The man said, digging his nails in my arm. My arm started bleeding, then I got the strength to pull away.
"Leave me the hell alone." I demanded. "Look if you want anything from me, or if you want me to tell you anything, just say it! I have a boyfriend that I would rather die than him feeling like I abandoned him. Please!" The man smiled, and pulled over sharply. He hopped out of the van, and opened my door. He unbuckled my seatbelt, and carried me to the back of the car. I kicked and screamed, but he wouldn't budge.
"Let me go!" I screamed. He put me down, but still wrapped his hand around my forearm tight. He opened the trunk to the car, and picked me up, and threw me in the truck. He looked down at me, and smiled. "You'll be safe with me." The man said.
I gave him a disgusted look. "I'd rather lick a toilet seat." I said. The man closed the trunk, and drove away. I could barely breath in here.