Joshua POV.
Do you ever have the feeling that your being followed?
I did....
I wish I would have listened to that gut feeling I had this morning when I was walking to school. Maybe then I wouldn't be in the back of some random van blindfolded and bind like cattle.
You see my day didn't start out so bad, but before I get into all of that please allow me to introduce myself.
Hi. My name is Joshua Elijah Smith, I'm a senior at Kennedy High School (fake high school) in Little Sicily, NY. I'm 17 years old with brown hair and one hazel eye and one blue. You could say I'm on the small side considering my height is 5'3 while most of the boys in my grade are already 6'0 and above.
I have a little brother named Christian, I call him Chris, he's 7 years old and almost the only family I have other than our abusive stepdad and our drunk of a mother. My dad died in a car accident when Chris was only 3 years old so he doesn't remember him that well, but I do and I try to tell Chris all I know about our dad.
My dad loved my brother and I with all his heart. He also loved my mom, she wasn't always so bad. I think the realization that her first love and husband was gone took a toll on her and made her take to drinking, and in turn the drinking turned her into a different person.
Anyways back to the situation at hand and how I got here in the first place.
Flashback
I was walking down the sidewalk on the way to school after dropping Chris off at the elementary school. I retrieved my old beat up IPod that my dad gave to me on my 10th birthday out of my worn down backpack. I put my playlist on shuffle and continue the two mile walk to Kennedy High School, home of the Titans. I start to softy sing to Mayday Parade's I Swear This Time I Mean It.
Oh Florida please be still tonight
Don't disturb this love of mine
Look how she's so serene
You gotta help me out
Me not looking where I was going, didn't see the white van trailing me. I also didn't see the van pull over or the three big men in black leave it.
They grabbed me by the arms and haul me to the van all the while I'm kicking and screaming. They got me into the van, zip tied my hands and feet while duck taping my mouth and blindfolding me.
" This one is gonna sell so fast, with hair and eyes like that, bidders will jump at the chance to have a piece of him." One of the men said with a little bit of admiration in his voice.
" Yeah, did you hear his voice?! It was amazing I'm sure the women will all want a piece of him." Said another voice sounding like he was sitting in front of me.
" You idiots, he's to skinny and short, I'm sure that he gonna be bought by a man. Now shut up with all that talking, I'm trying to concentrate." Said who I assume is the one driving the van.
What am I gonna do?!
What will happen to Chris, who's gonna pick him up from school?
Who's gonna make sure he eats something at least twice a day.
Who's gonna tuck him in at night after helping him with his math homework?
Who's gonna take his beatings for him now that I'm not there?!
I have to get out of here and fast!
First I have to find out where we are going.
After a three hour ride the van goes on what sounds like a gravel road for another 20 minutes, then comes to a stop.
The men get out first then I am dragged out considering my feet are zip tied. I can feel the rocks through the holes on the soles of my shoes.
I'm dragged into a building that smells like mold, the floor is damp and cold to the touch. I can hear other voices, mostly whimpers that I assume are other kids that have been kidnapped like me. The blindfold is taken off my face, but the zip ties and duct tape remain in place. I look at my surroundings and see cells, with multiple kids all of different size and color; staring right back at me. They don't say anything or even move as the cell door is opened and I'm pushed in, only for me to land on my side.
I turn to look at the face of my kidnappers and see three huge burly men.
The first one has a small scar above his eye and under his eye stopping at the bottom of his jaw. He has these steel gray eyes and black hair as dark as night. He seems to be about 6'2 with a mean mug planted on his face.
The second one seems a little less intense with his light green eyes and curly black hair. He's taller than me but shorter than the first at maybe 6'.
And the third one is brown skin with dreads that are dyed at the end. He seems impassive about the whole situation.
"Ok little shit, I'm gonna take the duct tape off and your going to answer a few questions so we can give the auctioneer an introduction for you." Said scar face as I have now deemed his name.
He ripped the duct tape off and I'm not gonna lie that hurt something fierce. I'm sure I have some red marks on my sensitive skin.
" what your name kid and how old are you?" He said with a scowl on his face making him look more intimidating .
" my name is Joshua and I'm 17 s-sir." I cursed myself for stuttering, my stepdad always told me while he was in one of his drunken rages that stuttering makes you look weak.
" well kid looks like your name is about to be something else now, as of today you are now known as slave number Z12801996. It will do you good to remember that." Said mister green eyes.
"Please sirs, I have a little brother at home that needs me, at least let me call him to make sure he got home safe, he just 7 years old. If I dont look out for him then who will?!" I almost break down but I remind myself that I must show no weakness in front of these men. I don't know them and I don't know what they are capable of.
" That sounds like a personal problem kid . If we let you make that call, then everyone else here would want to make a call. Plus, who's to say you won't call for help, so the answer is NO." Dread head said with a blank look on his face. And with those fleeting words they close the cell door and leave the build.
I guess I'm gonna be stuck here for a while. I just pray my little brother knows how to handle himself while I'm gone.
Hang in there Chris, I'm coming and I'm gonna get out of here. It just may take a little while.....