Anyway, this is something I wrote when I was in a local writing group and I had to read it out in front of 80 odd people. The scariest thing I have ever had to do, but worth it, anyway. It is a stand alone piece right now, but there is a possibility of creating it into more in the future, but those of you that know me, I have loads to finish, edit and ideas I want to write.
Today I found one I had forgotten I had even started, and was wanting more when I came to the end of it. That has been added to me to do list.
Anyway, here it is......enjoy......(note this is very different to my usual work....and if you like this, I may find my others and type them up and share them).
Sighing Amelia took one-step forward as suddenly a hand clamped over her mouth. She had no time to react, her eyes wide, darting to and fro, as no-one tried to help her.
The owner of the hand held her tight, dragging her backwards. Her arms waving as she attempted to break free. She tried hard to dig her feet into the ground, to no avail. Each scream muffled by the hand. She assumed the owner of the hand to a man, since he was strong. He pushed her towards the blue transit van, and pressed her against the cold metal door. As he fiddled with the lock with his free hand, Amelia squirmed beneath his body. Seconds later, he opened the door, and with one easy movement, he lifted her and tossed her inside.
The back of the van was cold and dark. Amelia raced towards the door as it closed, she stumbled backwards. Heart racing, she was now in total darkness. Heading back to the door, she hammered on it, screaming and shouting.
“Let me out!”
No help came. The engine roared into life and sent her flying. A jerk to the left and she hit the side of the van. Her heart raced. She had to get out of there. The dark scared her. She prayed someone had seen her, and called for help.
Amelia had caught only one of the letters of the number plate, a single S. She had a useless memory, unless it came to shoes or handbags. Then she could recall details. The van made another sharp turn to the left, forcing her down onto her hands and knees. Crawling around the floor, she tried to find something to use to escape. Instead, her hands came upon something she had not been expecting. Amelia was not alone. The flesh cold. Ice-cold.
“Hello,” she whimpered.
“Are you okay?” Amelia asked as she felt along the body, fear gripped her. The person lying beside her was not breathing. She felt the chest, and it did not rise and fall. The body was just that, a body, a dead body. Was she next?
“Let me out!” she whimpered.
Crawling to a far corner, she pulled her knees to her chin and rocked silently. She would not cry. She hugged her knees tighter. She did not realise the van had come to a standstill, until she heard the door unlock. She quickly stood and charged towards it, right into the kidnapper’s arms.
Staring up into his eyes, she shook her head.
“Andy, you…” she said through gritted teeth, and hammered on his chest.
“Sorry,” he replied releasing her. “Got to make it look real for daddy dearest.”
“I know we do, but Andy, the dead body. Did you…” she stuttered.
“What do you take me for? No, I didn’t kill her.”
“Insurance, if daddy doesn’t cough up.”
A noise in the distance distracted her from the thoughts of the dead body.
“What was that?”
Amelia tore her eyes from Andy’s and found them searching the trees. She saw something move in the distance.
“Is someone there?” she called out.
“Be quiet, Amelia,” Andy barked, a glare in his eye.
Andy had never spoken to her like that before, now she was scared all over again.
“What’s going on?”
“Let’s just say, there’s been a change of plans.”
“Change of plans?” she asked puzzled. “What do you mean?”
Andy grabbed roughly hold of her arm.
“Andy, you’re hurting me!”
“Andy, you’re hurting me,” he mimicked.
“Andy,” he repeated. “God, I’ve been looking forward to this.”
“Andy, you’re really scaring me!” her voice failed her as her eyes fell upon a shadow behind them. A heavyset man in his mid thirties stepped towards them, wearing a grin. She noted he was in need of a shave.
He nodded to Andy.
“Good job mate,” the man said.
“Thanks!” Andy replied, tightening his grip on her arm.
“Will someone please tell me what’s going on?” Amelia said, with a hint of panic in voice.
“Oh my dear, didn’t Andy tell you?”
Amelia shook her head.
“Andy, would you like to tell her or should I do the honours?”
Andy pushed her towards the man, which caught her off guard. She fell to the ground. Amelia tried to scramble away on all fours, but he was quicker and caught her around the waist.
“Amelia, meet Rob.”
Rob pulled her towards him, his face inches from hers. She smelt his stale breath. She held her own, wondering what this man wanted from her? Money, oh he could have it, have it all, if that was all he wanted. Yet as her heart hammered in her chest, she knew she was in real trouble. She could not believe the love of her life, Andy was behind it all, but what was this exactly?
“Hello,” she stammered.
“Nice to meet you,” he said moving his face closer to hers.
Was he going to kiss her, she hoped not.
“Yep she’ll do. Perfect. You did a grand job, Andy my boy!”
My boy, were they related?
Confirming her suspicions that they were father and son. A duo.
The newspaper headline flashed before her eyes, ‘Torched body found,’ it was believed to be the body of twenty-one year old Danielle Johnson, her friend from school. Danielle’s parents attended the same exclusive golf club as her own parents. That had been six months ago.
A few days later, she met Andy. Were they the killers? Were they going to kill her? If so, what did they need the body in the van for? Amelia had more questions, but none were answered as her world turned black.