(Let me first say that my old work on this page should really be disregarded. I feel as if the current stories I will be telling are way better than the older ones. Please leave comments on how you think the story is progressing. Thank you all for your support.)
This happened quite a while ago. I was a sophmore in high school and the warm autumn air settled into the town nicely. Normally I walked home from school every day seeing as my father worked at the plastics processing plant on the far end of the city, however that week was different because my father was on a business trip to Seattle and was not going to be home until the following Monday. Being it a Friday evening I had the whole weekend to spend time with my friends on Saturday and Sunday. I decided that evening was going to be one filled with relaxation from the long week that had just occured. As I left school I noticed that when I exited the building a brown Jeep Liberty was parked right outside with a woman sitting in the driver's seat with sunglasses on and a slight scowl. Throwing a simple glance at her, I continued to walk forward down my normal path home.
I was listening to my usual Bowie/Smiths/Clash/whatever, mix CD that I had made through my beat up Sony Walkman. Continuing on that path I began to notice that every other block or so, I would see that Jeep Liberty again as if it were lost through the maze of back roads that led to my house. My suspicion of the driver began to come into fruition. Looking for a faster exit, I cut down another side street that a car would not be able to go down. After a quick romp through some privately owned wooded areas I found myself coming up the side enterance to my house and the Jeep was no longer in site.
Unlocking the door in a hurry I opened it and shut it just as quickly locking both the door lock and the deadbolt. A sense of relief came over me as I began to go through the mail that had been dropped through the postal hatch. Junk mail was all that I found when searching through the pile of loose leaf advertisements and catalogs. Walking to my room I decided it was time to change into something more comfortable, since I was in no way going out that evening. I slipped into some grey pj bottoms and a Star Wars t-shirt.
The next half hour or so was pretty dull. I checked the local news for the weather forecast and raided the fridge for some carrots and started reading the first chapter of Cry The Beloved Country for my advanced English class. I was so tired at that point that my eyes were getting heavy and was starting to knod off to sleep. While in my dream like state I could hear slight wispers of sound that were coming from down the hallway. I got up and put on some houseslippers and decided to investigate the matter. When I came into the living room nothing was amiss. A quick glance out the front windows revealed nothing at all. It was odd to me that I didn't see anything at all troubling outside, so I decided to check one more time and sure enough, out of the corner of my eye I saw a brown Jeep Liberty parked all the way down the road.
Suddenly I heard the front door being unlocked, not as if my force, but as if by a key. The woman that was driving the Jeep walked into my home. "Hello Kim, I do believe you remember me don't you?" That I did remember her. She dropped a bag and her purse on the ground. "Hey Debbie, I didn't know you were in town for anything, how has life been?" On a total side note, Debbie was a woman that my father dated before he met my mother. She was the insane ex-girlfriend that every guy seems to have one of and can't get away from. Debbie had never done anything like this before so I was assuming that my father and her were getting back together. "Life has been good for the most part Kim." "Say, do you know where your dad keeps anything called a satelite key or anything like that?" I looked at her with nearly a blank stare and shook my head no. "Well Kim then we do have a problem, see I need that key to make a copy of for Mr. Wilshire at Genetocorp." My father had worked for Fasmatcorp for 25 years and would in no way allow a rival plastic making company to have such a secret of the trade.
"Debbie, I really don't know what you are talking about, do you mind if I call dad real quick?" "Sure go ahead," said Debbie. I walked over to the house phone and picked it up, there was no dial tone. "That's weird I said, the phone company must have done something with the lines." As those words were leaving my lips Debbie came up from behind me with rope in her hand. I turned around sensing the danger behind me and with eyes fixated on the white nylon rope I begged her not to hurt me. "Kim," she said "I'm not going to hurt you, I just need to keep you tied up for a while until I find that stupid key for Mr. Wilshire. He's paying me quite a bit of money to obtain it and well, I've had hard times recently. Not even a smart pretty girl like you is going to get in the way of foiling my plan so I cut the phone wires outside of the house and decided that I needed to keep you prisoner for a while." "How did you even get the keys to get into the house Debbie?" "Well," Debbie snickered, "Your dad has had the same locks on this hosue since he bought it back in 85'."
I rolled my eyes at her. "Well can I at least go to the bathroom one last time before you render me totally helpless?," I asked. Debbie just smiled and grabbed me by the arm whisking me away to the entrance of the bathroom.