I drove Emily to the airport and dropped her off.

"Thanks for coming with," she said through the open window.

I jumped out of the rent car and hugged her, "I wouldn't have missed that for the world."

She laughed, "That's what I thought. Just... be careful. I'll see you later."

I nodded and leaned against the door, waiting until she was out of sight to hop back in the car and drive to a hotel.

I'd found a motel, an old looking thing, but there was hardly anyone there and it couldn't be that bad. All I needed was a shower and a bed.

I was granted my wish by the nice lady at the front desk. She gave me a room for half price, simply because I'd said hello to her. I accepted it, although I was guilty for it. She handed me the room key and I was off.

I didn't waste any time to get in the shower. After sweating, dancing, singing, and just being stupid, I felt gross and tired. The bed was surprisingly comfy. I felt like I was molding into it.

Across from the bed was a tv, to which I turned on as soon as I found it. After flipping through channels, I found a news story about Fall Out Boy.

"Patrick Stump and his band Fall Out Boy have just ended their tour tonight in Chicago, Illinois with bands Paramore and New Politics, but that doesn't stop them. Word has leaked that new songs are waiting to be released on a brand new album. Word will be reported as soon as we hear from our sources."

I almost fell off the bed. A new album, already?! In my bag, I dug for my phone and called Emily.

"Did you see it?!" I asked excitedly.

"No, what?" she asked, confused.

I gladly explained it to her and she probably annoyed everyone on the plane.

"That's crazy! Oh shit... I got to go, the pilot's pissed," she whispered.

I chuckled, "Don't get in too much trouble."

It was probably around midnight when I finally fell asleep. The ringing in my ears and the memories still fresh in my head didn't help me. Although I must've found a way because I woke up two hours later to a rustling sound.

I fiddled around on the nightstand and turned the lamp on. Through my squinted eyes, I couldn't see anything unusual, so I turned it off and went back to bed. Oh, but was I smart enough to look behind me? Nope.

Someone dressed in a black leather jacket and pants jumped from the top of my bed. Before I could scream, a gag was put in my mouth and a potato sack was put over my head.

I swung a few punches at my kidnapper - probably a man - but he was huge. His ham hands grabbed my arms and were tied with rope.

The question was, why didn't he knock me out? Wouldn't it have just been easier for him that way?

He lifted me up from my bed and grabbed some stuff around the room. My bag, I heard the jingling of my key chains, my clothes, the rolling of my suitcase, and the room key.

With the tips of my toes, I found a soft spot and kicked him in what I hoped was the gut. He grunted and nearly dropped me, but he hoisted me up further.

It was getting harder to breath, and I wondered if that was on purpose. Why would someone want me? For money? I don't have a ton. For love? Dear lord please don't let it be for love.

I pondered this while the man stuck the key in the door and left it behind. He tossed me in the back of a van and I struggled to sit up. It got significantly darker, and my eyes fought to see through the bag over my head.

I breathed heavily and laid my head on a wall of the trunk. Where could they be taking me?

It reminded me of the Youngblood Chronicles when the boys were kidnapped and thrown into a van, off to be tortured and turned into demons. Thinking of them calmed me down, and I steadied myself.

"Couldn't I, at least, know who my kidnapper is?" I asked, muffled through the bag, at the driver.

"I'm just the messenger..." He replied.

I sighed and gave up. There was no getting out of this. No going back. I regretted my decision to stay in Chicago when I could've been on a plane ride back home. I could've been home in my own comfy bed, rather than riding in the back of a hard van.

The rocking of the van slowly drowned out as exhaustion caught up with me. I slowly fell unconscious.

******

The road got extremely bumpy and I woke up to a hit to the face. I winced and opened my eyes. Still driving.

The driver cursed under his breath, "Stinking asphalt."

I would've laughed at his pun if I wasn't in this kind of situation.

We stopped a little while later and I assumed that we were in the middle of nowhere. Did he drive all the way out here to kill me? No, he said he was just the messenger. Maybe he's driving me out to my killer?

He opened the trunk and picked me up again. I barely had enough energy to fight against it. Surprisingly, he untied the sack from around my head. I finally saw who he was. He was a tall, African American man who I could've mistook for a sumo wrestler. This guy was huge.

He looked at me in disgust, "I'll take you to get you fixed before you meet them..."

"Meet who?" I asked again.

He ignored me and helped me out of the car. At least he's a little thoughtful, helping me out and letting me freshen up before I meet my killer.

There was a trailer with what must've been his friends in it. They were laughing and stopped when I came. One whistled and the rest chuckled a bit.

"She's not for you or me, we're driving her out for youngin's," he explained.

I heard most of the whine and complain and groan before they went back to doing what they were doing. The man lead me into the bathroom, which could've been mistaken for a closet. He untied the rope around my arms and I realized how loose it was. I didn't even have burns on my arms.

He handed my my purse and makeup, "Do your thing, look nice," he looked down at my clothes, "Oh that'll do until we get there."

I looked down to see my FOB sweatshirt. That's kind of embarrassing. He closed the door behind me.

My mind immediately went towards a window, but there wasn't any. There was a disgusting toilet and a sink with a mirror. If I really need to freshen up, then it must be somebody good.

I did my makeup the best I could and fixed my hair. Can't say it was the best I've ever looked, but it was as good as it got for now.

I opened the door slightly and peered out. The man stepped in my line of path.

"Trust me, you don't want to escape," he said and opened the door all of the way. I kept my eyes on the ground and felt more like a prisoner than ever. He lead me through the trailer and we walked out along rocks and through trees.

"Where are we going?" I questioned.

He rolled his eyes, "So many questions."

"What do you expect?" I sass at him, "You kidnapped me!"

"Whoa... I told you I'm just the messenger. It wasn't my idea. I'm just here to do the dirty work," he said, holding his hands up like he's so innocent.

"Yeah, the dirty work to get my blood on your fingers," I grumbled at him.

He stopped in his tracks and I bumped into him. He turned around and just laughed.

"I'm not here to kill you," he said with a straight face and turned back around, "Almost there."

In his mind, another ten minutes was 'almost there'. I could've outran him a long time ago, but I didn't. Why didn't I?

We came over a hill and I saw another trailer, but bigger and better. A guy with bleach blonde hair stood up from his lawn chair and walked towards me. Something about him... I couldn't put my finger on it, but I felt something strong looking at him.

As soon as I heard his voice, I was outraged, yet pleasantly surprised.

"Thanks man," he said and greeted my kidnapper with a high five and a 50.

The guy left after receiving his money. The realization hit me as I looked at him.

"You hired someone to kidnap me..." I said to him.

He chuckled and showed off a cute smile, "Basically."

I squinted my eyes at him.

"Follow me," he motioned towards the trailer, "the boys can't wait to see you."