Samantha's POV
I looked over at Blake as he was driving and we exchanged a quick glance. I couldn't help but feel nauseous when I thought about how Henry was going to react when he found out I wasn't at school; the poor guy was going to worry himself to death over me! While Blake was driving us who knows where with a grin on his face, I did nothing but sit there in silence since I didn't want to make him angry or do anything else inappropriate.
He had almost carried me into the car while I was kicking and screaming, but no one had been around to see or hear it, so no one would even know I was gone until Henry came to seek for me. No one had been around to see or hear it because no one had been around.
Fortunately, I had learned my lesson from the previous time that he grabbed me. Because I kept my phone in my pocket rather than in my purse, I was aware that I had it on me at all times; nevertheless, I was unable to make any calls while he was around because I couldn't exactly leave his side. I didn't even know where we were heading, for gods sake, so I didn't want to take the chance of pulling out my phone and wasting the one opportunity to make a phone call that I would probably get.
I was trying to keep myself under control because I didn't want to get upset since it would give him an excuse to hurt me. He hadn't hurt me at all; he'd just loaded me into his car and commanded me to stop sobbing. I only needed to seem like I was interested in what he was saying and keep the conversation going while looking for a chance to phone Henry. Henry would then call the police, and everything would be OK. It was essential for me to maintain self-control in order to avoid upsetting him and to pray that he would not drive us too far away.
He looked over at me and inquired with a smile, "How was school?" as if the entire situation weren't taking place at all.
I took a deep breath and focused my willpower on making my voice seem more assured than I actually felt. "It was manageable."
"It's a nice thing. You've been seen very frequently at the school library after school has let out "It was his statement that made me shiver. Had he been observing me at school? Wow, I had a very different impression of how bad this would actually be.
Volunteering is something I do for a living there. As I declined yet another call that was buzzing against my leg in the pocket of my trousers, I whispered something to myself. It made me sick to my stomach that I was doing that to Henry, but I wanted to find out where we were going first. I couldn't take the chance of letting it continue vibrating in my pocket because Blake might hear it.
I needed to find out where we were heading. It was impossible for me to just click the answer button since Henry could have shouted something into the phone, Blake could have found it, and then I would have lost my only chance.
"I remember you mentioning in the past that you enjoy reading; I bet that hobby will come in handy at work." While he was pulling into a sketchy street, he turned around and flashed me a grin. I had no idea what the name of the street was.
I nodded and looked around for any sort of street name or something else that might help me gain my bearings, but there wasn't anything, and I felt my heart sink a little bit further. The only thing left for me to do was just go ahead and ask him where we were going next.
"Where are we going Blake?" I inquired while making an effort not to appear very interested, but I was curious enough to play along.
He showed a grin, "My place, I was thinking that you would be interested in coming over to hang out or do something else. If that's what you prefer, I can order takeaway for us "he volunteered with a smile. Holy crap, the guy has truly gone off the rails! What the hell is wrong with him that he would consider throwing me into a car as if it were nothing out of the ordinary?
"I'm not hungry." It was a mumble.
He pulled into a driveway, and I searched around desperately for a street name once more. If I told Henry that we were at Blake's place, would he know where Blake lived? What if he chose not to? What should I do after I enter the room with Blake? Should I continue to act as if everything is normal and try to keep him talking? What if he wants to kiss you? Or something more intimate? I stifled a sob at the notion of what he would undoubtedly want from me if we were alone at his house.
Oh my God, what if we weren't the only ones in this place? Imagine if Michelle were in the room! Inside of me, a glimmer of hope began to form. I begged God to allow his sister be present so that I might seek her assistance and inform her of what her brother had been up to.
He grinned at me and turned to say, "You've never come to my apartment before, and to tell you the truth, I've never even had a lady over, so this is a first for me." He laughed softly and appeared to be somewhat anxious about what was going to happen.
I took a deep breath and hurriedly nodded my head, not knowing what to say; in all honesty, I was petrified at the prospect of walking inside with him. When we were outside, on the street, he couldn't exactly force himself on me, but once we were inside, it was a completely other story. At least when we were in the car, it provided some level of safety, but when we were inside, it was a completely different story.
After he pushed his door open, I considered my alternatives and wondered if I could escape him if I fled down the street yelling for assistance. Would anyone even hear me or see me; I hadn't seen a single person outside; I presumed that everyone was inside working or doing anything else.
The only other option that occurred to me was to lock myself inside the car; but, given that I did not have the keys, I wondered how simple it would be to hotwire a vehicle. It didn't look too difficult when they showed it on screen; all it took was touching two wires together to get the engine started.
Definitely, giving it a shot was worthwhile. As soon as his door shut, I slapped my palm on my door lock and then scooted over to his side, where I did the same thing with his lock while I peered around aimlessly. I lowered the sun visor, just like they do in the movies, in the vain hope that a spare key would tumble out, but of course there wasn't one there.
I took a look at the steering column and wondered how on earth I was going to remove the plastic cover and gain access to the cables that were hidden inside. I let out a scream when I heard a huge bang caused by his hand slamming down on the top of the automobile. Through the window, he calmly yelled out, "Open the door, Jailbait," while pointing at the door lock. "Open the door Jailbait." It appeared that he was trying to unlock the door with his keys, but I had my hand firmly pushed against the lock, preventing him from doing so.
I turned to look at his features and shook my head while crying out of helplessness. His eyes were serious, and I realized that I shouldn't have done what I had just done. I should have just gone along with what they wanted and gone inside; gosh, I was being so incredibly foolish; I mean, hotwiring a car? Wow, it looks like I've lost it too!
He growled at me, "Open the f**king door Samantha," while his breath fogged up the glass and he sent a menacing gaze in my direction.
"Blake, I just want to go home. Please help me." I pleaded with her while tearing at the border of the plastic in an attempt to remove the offending object. I was a genuine damsel in distress, and the first thing I was going to do when I got out of this position - if I actually got out of this scenario - was google how to hotwire a car because it would be so useful to know how to do that right about now. I was a total damsel in distress.
He stepped away from the car, and I stood there watching him with my breath caught in my throat as I tried to figure out what he was up to. Was he going to just leave me in the car? I cast a cursory glance in all directions in an effort to locate the nearest property that gave the impression that someone was present, such as by having a car parked in the driveway or having the television on.
At least I would be able to run there and advise them to contact the authorities or anybody else. The one piece of good news that came out of this unfortunate event was that the police would now be able to detain him until his trial one month from now. This would mean that he would be taken off the streets, and Henry and I would be free from concern for a short period of time.