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It’s been over twelve hours, Holly thought craning her neck as she attempted to peer out of the front window. The brunette was sitting on the floor of the trunk next to other familiar faces, with her hands and legs tied. They had pulled off the tape from the hostages’ eyes and mouths earlier in the trip, and Holly had been shocked to see who was sitting in the front rows of the van. They were people from her school. Not the people she was comfortable around. No, those people were scattered next to her on the floor of the van, and back at home. The people who were driving the car were the ones that Holly had always hated, and now she wanted to kill them. Correction- she was going to kill them. That was, if they didn’t kill her first.
Holly knew what was going on; they were being kidnapped. It was pretty obvious, as her and the other girls that sat next to her in the trunk were bound and being driven somewhere. They had been driving for over twelve hours, which Holly knew because she could see that the sun was now beginning to rise. Summer was starting, and the previous day she had been so excited that she was oblivious as a car slowed behind her. She didn’t know what it was that had smashed her in the head, and that was the last thing she could remember before waking up in the van. The past few hours had been spent praying that a cop would pull them over or something, but it hadn’t happened yet. Holly doubted that her father and step-mother would notice her disappearance for another few days. They had left the previous morning for a vacation alone, and wouldn’t be home for a while. There were other hostages though, and Holly knew that at least someone would notice that they were all missing. She hoped so.
Holly felt like saying something. She had kept quiet throughout the long trip, after her mouth had been freed, because of the threats that the outcasts had spat at them. Holly did not want to die, but she also didn’t like these people thinking that they could do anything they wanted to her. Maybe if she acted like she wasn’t scared, they would get scared.
“I need to use the bathroom. Can we stop somewhere?” she said quietly, trying to get onto her knees so that she could see the faces of her capturers. It was a challenge with her hands and feet being bound together, so she stopped trying and rested against the side of the car.