My hand trembled as I punched the number into the phone. I couldn’t even think straight, I couldn’t decide if my life was worth keeping or losing. Should I quickly dial 911? Just then, the man about six feet tall shouted, “lady we don’t got all day, now call your husband and tell him to meet you on 14th street.” I was confused as to why the man was making me do this. Taking my time with dialing the number, one of the man put a gun on my back. Just then, my life flashed before my eyes, all I could think about is my family. My family is expecting me to come home. One of the men said “we could do this the easy way, or the hard way.” Tears were rushing down my face, and it felt like my heart was about to pump out of my chest. All I could say was, what are you doing, you have the wrong family, you have it all wrong.
Just then, one of the men snatched the phone out my hand, and searched through my contacts. “Found it!” the man shouted. “Now we have progress. But wait, who’s going to get on the phone, sounding like his wife.” The man about six feet tall shouted with fear, “I don’t know but I will think of something, put her in the truck.” All I could do was scream for my life, and try to break free, but the man had a good grip of my clothing. Just as they tried to put me into the van, the police pulled up and all the men jumped into the van, and drove off. I couldn’t even explain what was going on, but worst of all; I couldn’t identify at least one man.
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