Tongue Tied

Waking up, I still felt overwhelmed. I had school, and today, I decided to just walk. Today, I was wearing a white tank top, tight ripped jeans, my black jean jacket, and my pair of black and white vans. 

Heading to school, I was still thinking of what had happened and what I was asked to do. 

Before I knew it, there was a bag put over my head and I was picked up. I was screaming and kicking, but it didn't seem to phase the person who kidnapped me.

"I swear to god," I begin, still kicking around. "Ezra, if this is you again, I'm going to kill you," I tell the person angrily. As soon as I heard the person's evil chuckle, I knew it wasn't Ezra.

"Do you think we'll get anything for her?" A different man asks.

"Of course," The guy carrying me says. Soon, I heard car doors open before I was thrown into the car, hitting my head on something hard. I decided to take the bag off my head, noticing I was in the back of a van, with no handcuffs on.

I rubbed my head, noticing that I hit my head on a pole in the back of it. I don't think these guys are very smart because there are knives and guns back here.

I attempted to open the back door, finding it locked. Okay, they're a little smarter, but not too much.

I look over at a gun and begin to come up with a plan. I grab two knives before grabbing a holster for each and strapping them to my legs. I grab one of the guns and check to see if it's loaded to find it's full of bullets. I point the gun towards the door and pull the trigger. As soon as the bullet hit the door, the door swung open and I immediately jumped out of the moving vehicle.

After I overcame the ground shock, I looked around me to find the familiar territory. As soon as I saw the van keep driving, I decided to disappear into the forest. How did those guys not hear the gun or realize the back of their van was open? 

Running through the forest, I was running out of breath quickly. I had no idea what would have happened if I didn't get out of that van. I think I got pretty lucky with how non-reliable those kidnappers were. 

Soon, the familiar house came into my vision and I quickly made my way around some of the people who were looking at me worriedly, but I kept running until I slammed the door open, gaining everyone's attention.

"Princesa?" Apollo runs out of the kitchen, noticing me breathing heavily, not to mention the scratches on my skin and my raggedy hair from all of the branches.

"Stella?" Ezra comes running towards me in worry.

"There's-" I begin, still breathing heavily.

"What's happening?" Apollo asks. "Get her some water," He tells an older woman who was wearing an apron and she wore grey hair that was tied into a messy bun. 

Soon, the woman came back with a glass of water that I ended up chugging down.

"What's going on?" Ezra asks, worried.

"There were men," I tell them. "I was just walking to school when they put a bag over my head and picked me up and threw me into the back of their van," I explain. "One of the guys had a scary voice, I'm not even sure how to explain it, but one of them asked the other if they could get something for me, and I wasn't sure what they were talking about," I say. "The van was like a greyish color, the windows blacked out, and I don't even know," I say all too quickly.

"Slow down, Princesa," Apollo says, taking my hand gently as he carefully caresses it in comfort, which did help.

"Alpha," a pack member gets his attention and gives him a look of urgency.

"Give me a minute," Apollo says, waving him away.

"How did you get out?" Ezra asks, taking my other hand.

"Well, they weren't very smart, they left weapons in the back of the van. I ended up shooting the lock on the door, making it open, and I ended up jumping out of it," I tell them. 

"I see," Apollo says, a glint of something in his eyes. "Okay, darling," Apollo begins. "I want you to stay with Ezra as I go talk to Steven over there," He says while heading towards the guy who was trying to tell him something important.

"I'm glad you're okay, Cupcake," Ezra says as he carefully leads me to the kitchen. "Let's get those scratches cleaned up," He says, helping me sit on the counter. As he was cleaning up my scratches, I was thinking of what Apollo and Steven were talking about.

I was also thinking about the kidnappers and what they wanted from me.

And what would have they done to me if I hadn't gotten out of that van? 

How could two dumb asshole strangers make my mind race with even more questions and stress than I already was dealing with?