The Runaway Part 1

I stood at the side of the road.1

It was a coldish day with a slight breeze. Even though it was cold there were no clouds and it was around 10am. I could hear the bids yelling out.2

I had run out of home because mum and dad were fighting again.3

“Stop drinking. You shouldn’t be drinking so much at your age.”4

“I can do what I want, it is my own life.”5

“Then consider it a life by yourself.”6

I looked at the faces of the drivers going by. Most of them were just looking straight ahead. But one person didn’t. He looked straight at me. His eyes were cold on my face. He was wearing dark glasses and his head was shaven. He looked like a really shady character. The only thing that made me feel better was that there was a child in the back of the car, but my mind still wasn’t satisfied.7

On my way out of the house I grabbed a handful of jubes. I stuck my hand in my pocket, pulled out a few and stuffed them into my mouth. There was a sweet sensation of sugar. There was also a mixture of flavours like strawberries and lime.8

I looked down at the road at my feet. There were grains of sand everywhere and rocks were digging into my feet because I wasn’t wearing any shoes. The ground was now starting to heat up.9

Suddenly, a car stopped along side of me. I looked up to see the stranger from before. He still had his dark glasses on, but he didn’t have the child in the back anymore, instead there was another man.10

He opened his car window and said, “Did you want a lift anywhere?” he smiled at me as he asked. His teeth were all yellow and cracked. I could smell a strange scent. I wasn’t sure what it was, but it did smell a bit like moldy bread and blood.11

I replied, “No thank you,” and started to walk away. I could hear the car following behind me. I had my back to the car. It finally stopped and one of the doors opened and closed. I started to move faster. I could hear the car moving again. I started to feel really scared and extremely frightened and could hear my heart in my ear. The man asked one more time, “Are you sure you don’t want a lift?” I turned around to reply but instead got stopped by the other man grabbing me and shoving me into the back of the car. As soon as I was on the back seat, the car sped away.12

The back seat of the car was disgusting. There was dog hair and Hungry Jacks wrappers everywhere. They were also starting to freak me out. “Where are you taking me? You are going to be in big trouble when------!” They stopped me mid-sentence by shoving a strip of cloth in my mouth. “Looks like we got a talker like last time, Bill,” said the man sitting next to me. What is he talking about? Does this mean they have done this before? What are they going to do with me?