Underground

“Don’t Ever… Talk To Me… Like That! Zacky demanded, shaking Callie violently; she was pulled so close she could feel his hot breath bounce from her cheek with each word and smell the intoxicating aroma of cigarettes. He threw her back to her seat with a thud as her head collided with the passenger side window, enough to cause pain but not enough to deem unconsciousness. Callie cried out from the pain as she threw up her free hand to the impacted area and bit her bottom lip to try and ease her thoughts from the throbbing, she then felt herself be pushed back into the seat from the force of the car accelerating; they were on the move again.

When the pain began to settle Callie went back to her gaze to the outside world; it now must have been a couple hours since she was taken away, the rain had just reduced to a drizzle and the morning sun was barely peeking through the clouds on the horizon, giving the sky a beautiful orangey reddish glow. Sunrises had always fascinated her since she was a mere child; she had never been awake to see one with her own eyes but had seen pictures of their splendour. It brought a tear to her eye to finally see one for herself, it just pained her that something so beautiful could be seen when something so frightful was happening.

“Why?” Callie croaked, breaking the silence in the vehicle as she stared at her handcuff – imagining that her focus could burn right through the metal so she could get them off, then she could escape, she could run away and be able to return to the safety of her home or move somewhere else so he would never find her again, anywhere else but here with him and she would be happy, and safe.

“We went through this last time, Cal.” Zacky smiled as he looked at her from the corner of his eye, still keeping his main attention on the road ahead.

“You really need to learn to listen more.” He cooed tapping at his left ear.

“So how, how did you get out?” She asked, wanting to talk about anything that could maybe help her feel this is a casual, normal conversation, hoping something would distract her mind from her current situation.

“You know how it is sunshine, you be good on the inside, and they let you out early.” He let out a menacing laugh, knowing himself how thoughtless the system was, his laughter sent fear down Callie’s spine, she edged away in her seat so she was right against the door, returning to her oblivious view to the outside world. Around fifteen minutes passed by in silence until Zacky pulled the vehicle into a seemingly desolate garage save for the cashier inside and one car which was empty, so presumably the cashiers.

“I’ll be back in a minute, don’t go anywhere.” He knew she couldn’t, but found it somewhat fun to toy with her in such a way, he reached his arm out towards her, cupping his hand behind her head to bring her closer, Callie tried to pull away but he gripped her hair, forcing her to follow his hands guidance. Once close enough he kissed her forehead then released his clasp and left the vehicle.

The moment Zacky’s back was turned Callie searched the car as far as her free arm could reach, looking for anything from a key to unlock her handcuff to something she could use as a weapon, the fact Zacky had parked in a dimly lit part of the garage did not help her visibly in her search, so it was by feel alone.

When she did find something an icy tremor overtook her body as she took sight of it – a gun. A further minute or so passed before she could see Zacky returning to the car with a bag of assorted objects, she quickly but carefully placed the firearm in her doors storage compartment.

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