Stolen

Author’s Note- I wrote this piece to show my understanding of prediction. While reading this piece, look for word choice.

I’m stuck, all alone with Ty, a guy I don’t even know. The last thing I remember is having coffee with someone I didn’t even know, at an airport. From then on, It’s been mostly a blur. Without me knowing, he took me to the vast desert, where all I can see for miles is red, hot sand. I can tell that he’s trying to make this place like home for me, but it never will be. Every day feels the same;  uncomfortable and I only wish for one thing, to go home. I’ve tried many times but I continue to fail. I’ll try to run, but he grabs me and holds me tight. He has the grip of a cobra: tight and strong. With his arms around me, I feel like there’s no chance of escape.

I kept following the pipe, praying it wouldn’t lead to a smaller space. I looked up but couldn’t see much, only grey shadows from the boulders above me. I squeezed past the rocks, scraping my arms, trying to keep sight of the pipe. Deep down inside of me, I knew this pipe led to somewhere safe. I could start to see sunlight peek out from the end of the trail. My heart started to race as I got my hopes up. I slowly made my way through the two rocks to see the other side. I opened my eyes wide when standing there was a figure I’d seen before. I went speechless and collapsed to the ground. Standing before me, was Ty.

My vision was blurry, but I could remember hearing voices. Different voices, more voices. I listened harder and heard someone talking about New York City. Finally, I was saved; no more being cooped up in a house, no more worrying about my life, and most of all, no more Ty. Wait, now that I think of it, where is Ty? I sat up, franticly looking around the taxi I was unknowingly placed in. He wasn’t in sight. I quickly bust open the door and stumbled out. I spun in circles, looking in all directions. Eyes wide, breathing heavy; that’s when I realized, Ty was gone.

I couldn’t describe my feeling. I was happy I was free of his presence, but I almost missed him. I wasn’t sure why though. He didn’t treat me right. A real man would’ve let me go when I wanted, not squeeze me in their arms until I burst to tears. It’s just that he knew me so well; how did he know me so well? I barely knew him. My head was aching of all these thoughts; I needed to focus on finding my parents. Looking around trying to find any sort of communication, I spotted a phone booth. Bumping into busy New Yorkers, I ran as fast as I could to it. I picked up the phone and quickly dialed.  I heard a ring, then another. I patiently waited to hear my mother’s voice.

“Hello?”

“Mum, is that you?”

“Gemma! I’ve been worried sick about you! Where have you been?”

“I’ll explain everything later. I just need to come home, now!”

“Of course, of course! Oh, and make sure you hurry. One of your old friends stopped by. He said his name was Ty. I don’t know him but it sounds like you two are really close.”

At that moment, my heart sank to my feet. Ty’s waiting for me at my house. The phone slipped from my hand and sprung downward. I could hear my mother’s faint voice, “Gemma, are you there? Gemma?” Right then and there I knew, there was no escaping Ty. He had worked his way into my life and he wasn’t about to leave.