"What do you mean, she's part of our family?! I told you to keep her out of this!" I woke up to the sound of my dear mother's bellow.

"What's going on her-" I yawned but stopped mid-way after registering where I was.

My eyes opened wide when I inspected that I was currently seated in a car with my arms held captive behind me by another pair of arms. However, due to the stiff position my body adapted, I wasn't able to turn around and discern the face of my captor.

"Cathryn? Are you ok?!" My mother's concerned voice sounded from the back. Which brought me to assume that I was kept in the middle seat, whilst my mother was forcedly seated in the back.

"What made you think you were allowed to talk?! Shut up!" A voice roared from the passenger seat. The owner of the voice slightly turned in order to look back. His piercing grey eyes presumably glaring at my mother in the back seat. 

The majority of his face was covered with a mask yet his voice gave away the fact that he was no younger than 40.

His eyes roamed from the backside to the middle seat, until they were fixating mine "And you too!" He shouted out of nowhere, catching me off guard.

I frowned "But I didn't even say anythi-"

"Shut up!" 

I flinched and sunk into the car seat. However, the person detaining my hands tightened his grip around them, as to.....comfort me? 

I furrowed my eyes in confusion and tried lifting my head to see the face of the restrainer, still foreign to me. Yet failed to do so, again.

I sighed defeatedly and looked out the window to see nothing but an empty road with occasional vehicles passing. However, somewhere in the back of my mind, I was trying to decode the situation and to find a way of escape.

My train of thoughts was interrupted when I saw a hand, more specifically my mum's hand poking from beneath the seat through the little gap between the walls of the car and the middle seat. Luckily I was the one sitting in the corner so, it was hidden from everyone else in the van. 

Her hand slowly went up towards the car's lock and gently tugged down again which caused the lock to spring open. 

As soon as her other hand came into view and got in contact with the door handle, my eyes widened with the realization of what my mother was scheming to do.

With her right hand still gripping the door handle, ready to fling it open any second, She opened three fingers on her other hand presumably as an indication of a countdown. 

Third finger down; My eyes scanned every outline of the door in front of me. And then preceded to move towards the front seat in order to ensure that no one was cognizant of what was about to happen.

Second finger down; I steadily, yet unnoticeably came into position.

Last finger down; I sprinted forward while pushing the captor behind me, freeing my hands in the process, just as my dear mother slung the car's door wide open.

I didn't think twice about the still speeding car before leaping off it mid-air and anchoring harshly on the semi-ragged road.

I was still recovering from the landing, reposing on the ground until the sound of the screeching tire's alerted my mind. Telling my body to move and get the fuck away from them;danger. 

I quickly got to my feet, ignoring the intense pain which shot through my body once I did so, and made a swift run away from the van.

"Catch her!" The guy who I recognized to be the one sitting in the passenger seat earlier, bellowed, following the sound of two pairs of feet running behind me. I, however, continued racing in the same direction; away from the car.

After running for about 5 minutes, I took a sharp turn in a narrow alleyway. Yet, the footsteps behind me still didn't cease. Thanks to my great stamina, I was out of breath at the moment.So I involuntarily stopped running, leaned down and placed my palms on knees as an attempt to catch my breath. However, I immediately stood up when I heard the emerging sounds of footsteps again, this time dangerously close in my radar.

I started striding again, nonetheless this time, my luck and legs weren't that big of a help, since two hands wrapped around my shoulders and shoved me into one of the alley's walls.

"You think you can run away from us !" The guy who probably jostled me into the bricks shouted in an irked manner.  

I being the curious person I am, wondered where the second chaser was. And therefore looked below the spread standing captor's shoulders to see a vague silhouette of the unknown detainer. The only thing I was able to make out was his-

"Bitch I asked you something!" The man standing in front roared.

"Yes! Watch me!" I yell-answered before kicking his shin with all the power I had left inside of me. He got imbalanced and toppled over. And I took this as a chance and wasted no time in making a run. Away from him, away from them.

Just as I turned the corner of the of the alleyway, a car parked in front of me. At first, I got skeptical, but soon it was replaced with confusion after the driver seat's window rolled down revealing a familiar face.

"Mr. Nielson?" I asked furrowing my eyebrows.

"Hurry up. Get in the car!" He ordered while his gaze was fixated behind me, eyes getting more focused every passing second. 

I hurriedly sat on the passenger seat, after I myself saw faint shadows behind me earlier when I wasn't inside the safety of the car.

Mr. Nielson swiftly put his feet on the paddles and sped the car up, while I turned my body around to make sure we weren't being followed. 

After seeing the empty road, I released a sigh of relief and sat back straight in the seat. 

The events which occurred within just last one hour started replaying inside my head. I envisioned everything from when I was awoken by my mother's yelling, up till the moment my sight caught the leather wristband on the arms of my undiscovered kidnapper.

Why did this ornament look so familiar?