Faint

Courtney's POV:

I think something in me died when I saw the quickly approaching sinister vans. I rose slowly from my seat, the thin blanket dropping from my shoulders, but my gaze stayed glued to the dark cars. No way would they stop here, would they? It doesn't matter, I need to hide, to find safety. To escape.

I have a plan formed in a matter of seconds, and dart off into the kitchen in the back. Usually, there are multiple exits for fire emergencies, and there normally is an employee exit near the kitchens. But where would i go if leave? I have no idea where the closest town is, or if I'm anywhere near one. I have no phone, no cash, and the police...

Kelly said they were coming. If only I could wait it out, maybe find a hiding place and arm myself? But what about Kelly and the kind elderly couple? I doubt my captors will harm them, but it wouldn't hurt to warn them, would it?

Fuck, my conscious is winning in this internal argument.

"Kelly!" I scream at the top of my lungs, and she rushes out from behind the counter, looking concerned.

I take deep breaths to try and calm my racing heart but it does nothing, I'm high off of adrenaline. "They, they people who took me, they're coming."

And then I'm gone. Running into the kitchens and surveying my surroundings. Matt, the chef, has taken his break and is most likely out back smoking a cigarette, but he wouldn't stop me if I tried to run for it. I've done my part, I've told them all I can and even warned them, it's up to them to believe me.

A flash of shiny metal catches my eye, and I spot a small pocket knife. What its doing in a diner kitchen I'll never know, but I snatch it up and first scour around for a place to hide myself.

I manage to squeeze into a small cupboard near the exit that's filled with heavy looking pans. Perfect. I shut the small door with a light squeal, and try my best to breathe less frequently. Anything that will keep me more concealed.

I strain my hearing as much as possible in order to hear the light jingle of the tiny bell. I hold my breath at the sound of heavy footsteps, and deep, rough voices.

And then I hear a gunshot.

Followed by a scream.

Notes

yes, yes I know these chapters have been super short, and either entirely boring or dramatic. But I realized that I have no plot after Court escapes so I'm thinking stuff up as of now.

Also, I wrote this on my other story, but I am really disappointed in how many votes I have. Like I have many subscribers, (which i'm thankful and grateful for) but like no votes. And I feel awful for saying this, but it is actually quite easy to vote, just hit a couple buttons and its done. Only once does it have to be done. So please, please support me as a writer and an author and vote!


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no more updates until 40 votes (which i know we can get) :)