Captive: Story of Abby Ch. 01

Please Note:

Firstly, I am new to this writing trade. Any constructive criticism is appreciated. If there is an interest in this story I will continue. I have a few more chapters already written, after that I will fly by the seat of my pants.

Secondly, all members in this story are of age 18 or older.

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Chapter 1

This wasn't my scene, I only agreed to come to Verdant in support of my roommate, and best friend's birthday. She had been begging to go to this new club for months, little did I know she would drag me along...

But I have to admit, it was a pretty impressive place. Fluorescent paints splattered on the wall for color, sleek black tables and the bar was the most extravagant bar I've ever seen, with black granite, stainless steel, under glow lights, and a spark of color. It didn't take me long to find solitude there.

I was distracted with the people dancing on the floor when the bartender set a drink in front of me. The glass clinked as it hit the sleek black granite top. My brow furled because I already had a drink and I know I didn't order this. I was still sipping my wine.

"Excuse me." I waved to the bartender but he was occupied with other customers. "Excuse me, sir."

The bartender made his way around, "Yes?" He seemed a bit annoyed with me. As if I was being a burden.

"I didn't order this drink." I said briefly.

With another flash of annoyance, he said, "No, compliments from the man across the way." He briskly pointed to a man sitting across the bar.

I followed his gaze, falling short on a tall man, young, but attractive—oh so attractive. He couldn't be more than twenty-six. His hair was brunette, and tussled in this edgy, fun kind of way. And just barely could I see a flicker of green in his eyes. He was quite beautiful actually.

He picked up his glass, raising a toast from where he was, and smiled. I felt bad at the idea of this man buying me a drink, after all I already had one. But the least I could do was return his gesture. I raised my glass, smiled back, and took a sip. The crisp, cool liquid went down smoothly, leaving a slight burn from the alcohol. There was a pleasant, sweet berry taste that lingered. I hate to admit, but I was actually fond of this drink.

I smiled again, returning my gaze to the man, but strangely, he was gone. His drink, unfinished, lay on the bar. His seat was clearly vacant. Immediately, I was pinged with a sense of sadness. Had I scared off the only man who showed any interest in me?

As I scanned the room for him, my head began to spin a little, the lights melted together in a single blur. If I steadied myself and let my eyes focus, it wasn't so bad but I definitely needed some fresh air.

"Katie!" I called to my friend to get her attention but over the music and dancing, I had to scream at the top of my lungs and I could barely hear myself. "Katie!" Looking up at me, I could tell she was already intoxicated. Her eyes were lit with delight and her smile was far too large for her to be her normal self. She was much—happier. "I'm going to get some fresh air!" I yelled back at her. She nodded and turned back to the blonde sexy hunk of a man who was asking for her phone number.

The music drowned out any chances of a real conversation between her so I just grabbed my jacket and tried to make my way to the door, which proved to be more difficult than I expected. People brushed past, knocking me off balance on more than one occasion. There was the beginnings of a headache, minor, however, but growing fast.

I pushed out the door hastily, causing the bouncer to give me a concerned look. I managed as much of a reassuring smile as I could. Taking a few more steps away from the noise, I was already feeling slightly better.

I pull my jacket tighter around me; the air is frigid and far too brisk for October, but the cold air was helping. I focused on taking slow, easy, breathes. In and out, in and out, in and out. I repeated the mantra until I felt the headache subsiding.

I knew I should have eaten more before coming. That's the number one rule to drinking right? Never drink on an empty stomach? But in all honesty, I hadn't had that much to drink. Hardly enough to make me this sick. But then again, I didn't drink often so maybe this was normal for me? I wasn't sure but what I did know was that I needed to get away from the loud noise and cigarette smoke. It certainly wasn't helping my case.

It didn't take much walking to drown out the sound. What seemed like almost immediate relief, now seemed like deafening pain. My head pounded, my balance unsteady, and my stomach churned. Something wasn't right.

My heel caught the raised lip of the sidewalk and I stumbled. Gripping to the cold brick of a building for support, I slowly steadied myself, my hands scraped slightly from the brick. My legs felt limp and my thoughts disoriented. I was slow to gather my wits and even slower to get moving again.

"Hey!" A man shouted from behind me. "Hey Miss, are you okay?" I glanced behind me, barely making out a figure at the end of the block. He was dressed in a black suit jacket, at least think he was. It was so hard to focus. Seconds went by, maybe minutes...I'm not sure. Everything felt so unreal.

I jumped when someone placed a hand on my shoulder. "Are you okay?" His voice slurred, words spread to a length, reaching farther away from me. The sound of tires screeching pulled me from his gaze. A black SUV pulled up to the curb next to us.

Something definitely didn't feel right. My blood pumped and my heart raced. A small window of clarity began to form. I pushed off of the wall just as two men jumped from the vehicle. It was very clear what they were after. I forced my body to move as quickly as possible, but I still lacked control of my legs. I made it five steps when two sets of strong hands grabbed me.

"Hel—." My screams were muffled by the third man's hand across my mouth. I bit down on flesh as hard as I could, tasting the coppery residue of blood on my tongue. The man cried out, immediately releasing his hold over me. My body was suddenly alive. Awake with adrenaline, I knew I needed to fight back. I flew back my right shoulder into the second man, just hard enough for him to loosen his grip.

"Fuck!" He uttered.

I stomped on the last man's foot as hard as I could, digging my heel into his flesh and pushed him off balance, nearly knocking myself to the ground in the process. In that split second I knew it was my only chance at escaping and I didn't wait around. I ran as fast as I could away from my assailants. I could hear the click of my heels, followed by poundings of several footsteps behind me. They were gaining on me and fast.

I looked for anyone to help me. But it was late and the streets were vacant except for my attackers. There was a small through-and-through alley off the right and I took it, stumbling over a trashcan. I felt a hand grab me, swiftly turning me around but I didn't stop. I surged enough energy to regain balance and keep running. They weren't far behind. And I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep this up. I was weak and exhausted and never a good athlete to begin with.

I glanced back at my assailants, they were nearly upon me. Just as I began to refocus on my destination, my heel gave out sending me into a fumbling mess onto harsh and unforgiving ground. My body contorted in way I thought physically impossible, my arm crushed beneath my weight. My head hit the cold hard concrete, sending rockets of pain coursing through my body.

I laid there for what seemed like minutes, not willing myself to move. The pain was numbing; it was hard to isolate where it was coming from—just everywhere. I cried out when two strong hand turned me onto my side. My left arm pressed close to my body to prevent moving

"Radio Simmons. Tell him to meet us at 5th and Main." I heard one of them say. It was just light enough to make out his face. Clean shaven, strong, aged with sun and years of hard labor. He clearly looked more experienced than the others. He wasn't all that bad to look at either but my vision blurred in and out. The dim glow of the alley light and then blackness.

"Ahhh!!" I screamed in agony as the men pulled me to my feet.

"Careful Sawyer. Easy." The man was clipped, sharp with his fellow comrade.

Pain rocked through my body in a relentless wave. My attackers moved me diligently and swiftly. My weight did not seem to slow them. Tears started to flow down my face from the pain. My hair stuck to my cheeks in sticky blood. The tears streamed down my face when I realized I was helpless against these men. I couldn't even muster up enough energy to sob. I only felt numb.

The black SUV pulled up to the curb just as we were exiting the alleyway. I was falling in and out of the darkness, only getting glimpses as they loaded me into the backseat. They positioned me in the center, buckled in between the two of them. The third man, the one charge took the passenger seat, with the fourth, I'm presuming Simmons, driving.

"Have you inform Hart of the situation?" The man in the passenger seat asked Simmons.

"Yes, Captain." Simmons replies, "There is a chopper standing by seven blocks from here. We'll be in the air in less than 10."

"Good."

I slowly let a whimper escape. I can barely fight back the unconsciousness and all my strength has left me. The pain is becoming too much for me to bare. It didn't take long before the darkness swallowed me up.

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"Can you hear me?" A hand gently tapped my cheek—bringing me back to reality. "Stay with me now. You hear me?" I opened my eyes to see the Captain hovering over me. He kept talking but I could barely hear him over the loud hum in the background. I was so tired, I just wanted to rest my eyes.

"Hey now!" The Captain was yelling at me. "Open your eyes." I struggled to open them again but I could see that we weren't in the SUV anymore; I was laying down on the floor of the helicopter in a small cot. The Captain was busy cutting away at my dress. I tried to push his hand away but he forced my hands down to my side. My efforts were quickly aborted.

"Simmons!" The loud humming made everything seem so distant. "Push 4mg Morphine." The captain shouted at him. I could feel the Captain's hand on me as he cut away the last bit of my dress. Simmons was soon as my side with a syringe. He worked with ease, un-phased by my exposed body.

It wasn't long before the morphine ebbed at the pain, leaving me feeling numb and overwhelmingly exhausted. The darkness was creeping up again.

 

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"Abigail!" My mom couldn't hide the laughter from her voice, despite her efforts to scold me. I ran from the kitchen with a handful of cookies before she could try and stop me. Bursting out the front door I ran as fast as I could.

Summer was always a magical time for me. I would spend hours venturing into the woods, dreaming up crazy stories, letting our imaginations run wild. And of course there was Alec, my best friend and neighbor.

"What do you think it will be like?" Alec asked me. We had climbed the biggest oak tree we could fine to eat our lunch.

"I don't know. I've never been to the city." I said. I told Alec everything. We always shared everything but I couldn't tell him this. I couldn't tell him that I was scared. He would laugh at me until the day I left.

"Will you go to a new school?"

"Yeah. Mom says it's a real fancy school. With uniforms and everything." I snickered. But I didn't want to go. I was happy here with Alec and the few friends I had. I never wanted much. But moving to a whole new city, a whole new state was too much.

Alec gave me as much sympathy as he could muster. "Will you visit?" For the first time since I had told him, he looked as scared as I felt. I hugged him as hard as I could, a single tear rolled down my cheek. "I promise." I whispered.

The car was already packed and ready to go when I got back to the house. The movers had gone ahead of us a few days ago so all we had were a few pillows and blankets and snacks. Alec and I had said our goodbyes many times over but I still didn't feel right leaving him. But Mom and Dad were ready to get on the road.

Dad liked to play the really annoying car sing along songs from when I was a kid whenever we went on road trips. I have tried explaining to him several times that I'm too old for them now and they really are just annoying. But he doesn't listen. Mom's busy reading her book in the passenger seat and making comments here or there about how they will decorate the new house.

As just like that my life was turned upside down. The car's tires screech as we try to stop but it's not fast enough. I could hear the metal crunching from the force of impact. We had hit something. The windshield implodes almost instantly and the car is thrown around into oncoming traffic. The last thing I see is a flash of blinding white light.