Free Pack Law by Marie Stephens Page A

panic and turn to
run from him. He grabs me and throws me over his shoulder like a
sack of potatoes. I try to straighten up and hit my head on the
door frame. Everything starts to go black. Oh shit! I am in so much
trouble.
    I awake to the humming of a vehicle. Oh no, I
am in a car. I can feel my head pounding so loudly in my ears. I
reach up to rub my head and feel a really big knot on the top of my
head. I must have hit it really hard. I think I must have a
concussion. I can’t remember what I did for my head to hurt like
this. I try to move my head and have an overwhelming urge to throw
up. I grab my head to keep it still. “I see that you are awake
now”, replied this voice on the seat beside me. I turned and
recognized the man immediately. It was Tristan the man from the
hospital. There has to be someone driving since he is in the seat
beside me. “Why have you taken me against my will”, she replied? “I
need you to remove the bullets from my body”, he replied. “I am not
a surgeon so I guess you kidnapped the wrong person”, she replied.
“You will do just fine. I cannot heal with the bullets in my body.
The bullets will poison me the longer they stay in my system. I can
already feel the effects of the bullets now, replied Tristan. “Well
I guess you are shit up the creek without a paddle, because that is
not my area of expertise”, replied Ava. You saved my life in
emergency room earlier and you can do it again. We will have all
the necessary supplies you will need ready and waiting for you when
we get there”, he said. We did not speak anymore the remainder of
the trip. I couldn’t stop thinking about how impossible it is for
him to be up and moving around. As I see it he should be dead. I
saw at least ten bullet wounds covering his body. I did not see a
bullet proof vest lying around anywhere. He would have to be
immortal or something else to have withstood all those gunshot
wounds. I must be going crazy. Maybe I didn’t see what I thought I
saw. Maybe that bump on my head did more damage than I thought.
    As I lay on the seat trying not to move my
head, the car slows down and we stop at a gate. I lift up out of
the back seat to see this huge metal gate coming into view. I could
barely see it while I was lying down. It looks like it is the
entrance to where ever we are going. We drive down this private
road which seemed like forever. It doesn’t look like something a
kidnapper would own. It is very secluded and the land runs on for
miles in either direction. It seems peaceful and inviting. There
are trees that go on forever. Unfortunately if you are being held
against your will, it doesn’t look that inviting. We pull up to
what looks like a mansion. Oh my, this cannot be. Why is this
beautiful home out here in the middle of nowhere? The mansion is
crafted in stone and brick. It is a two story home with balconies
off each room. There are columns at the front entrance where the
door is. The mansion seems to go on forever. There have to be
multiple people living here. There are tree all around the Mansion.
Down a private road further behind the mansion, you can see homes
in different areas of the property. That sends a scary thought in
my head. If there are all these people here, they are never going
to let me go. I know too much about these people and where they
live for them to let me go. The paranoia is setting in now. Tristan
grabs my arm and I am brought back to reality. The man that is
driving the car gets out and comes around to open my door. I am so
shocked. This man looks completely harmless. He looks to be in his
seventies. He looks like someone’s grand-daddy. He has grey hair
and he has blue eyes. He is about 5’8” tall and has a smile on his
face as he reaches out to help me out of the car. Madam my name is
Jeffery and I will be helping place your bags upstairs. I will
assist you with anything you need. “What I need is to get out of
here and away from these people”, Ava replied. I