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I just got kidnapped by robbers who came here to rob my father's bank. All of this went way too fast. A few minutes ago, I was still in my father's office, civilly having lunch with him. Then those men broke in and all hell broke lose! I still could remember Lizzy's tear-stained face when she called for help. Then, I found myself dragged away into one of their cars. Right now, the tall man who seemed to be the leader of the robbers gang was driving fast in the streets, closely followed by his henchmen. Having been roughly shoved inside the car, I was still laying on the leather back seat, my toffee brown hair falling into messy locks all over my face. Through my locks, I studied the back of the driver's neck. The man was still focused on the road, so maybe I had a chance to escape. Pretending to be unconscious or too shocked to do anything, I discreetly crawled toward the door. Just a little closer, just a little closer! The difficult part was to grab the handle without letting my captor notice that I was awake. If he found out what I was trying to do, I'd surely get in big troubles. Finally, I managed to close my hand onto the handle. A victorious smile crept across my lips, but immediately fell when I tried to pull it... Without success.

"Nice try, little sweetface!" Smirked the driver, looking at me in the review mirror with mocking brown eyes. "But that's not going to work. Sorry!"

   Wait, he knew what I was trying to do?! Glaring at him, I sat back on the backseat. He just kept smirking, apparently amused by my fuming look. He then focused back on the road while I was thinking of the best way to escape. Maybe I could distract him long enough to steal the keys? Or maybe I could force him to stop by pretending to be sick?

"Can you stop, please?" I asked, faking to feel a little weak.

"And why would I do that?" He asked me without slowing down, dead serious.

"Because I think I..." I began before to be interrupted by a repetitive noise.

   Turning around, I saw we were being chased by police cars. The loud repetitive noise being their siren, as I know understood. I hoped this man and his gang would get caught, so that I could return to my normal life as soon as possible.

"Order of the police department, Mr Carmicheal!" Yelled a policeman. "Pull over and let your hostage go!"

"Shit!" Cursed my captor under his breath.

   As I reached my hand out toward the police car, the criminal pulled brutally the wheel to the left, causing the car to turn in a noisy screech of wheels.

"Ah!" I gasped, falling back onto the backseat.

   Though, the speed and action caused a bit of adreline rush to course through my veins. I was maybe a good girl most of the time, but when I was under heavy pressured situations, I was able to react in ways which surprised even myself. We were now driving at an alarming speed in a narrow shady street, the police sirens still wailing behind us. Behind our car, I saw the robbers cars disperse themselves into several ways. In front of us was trashcans, empty boxes and many other random things on the way. At this speed, I was starting to fear we'd have an accident. Don't take me wrong, I didn't mind if this bastard of kidnapper had an accident. But I clearly didn't want to be in the same car as him when it would happen!

"Hold on tight, my lady!" He hissed between his gritted teeth, his face tensed in concentration.

   He moved the stirring wheel in several directions to make us avoid a few obstacles. This time, I placed my hands in front of me in order not to crash once more on the leathery backseat. Turning my head toward him, I was satisfied to find him heavily focused on the road. Now was maybe my chance to escape... Crawling closer, I suddenly launched myself forward between the front seats in a desperate attempt to grab the keys.

"Hey!" Protested the criminal, slapping my hand away. "What are you doing?!"

"Stop!" I shouted, clawing for the keys. "Let me go!"

"Go back behind!" Groaned the low-voice male, elbowing my ribs furiously to push me back.

   He eventually managed to send me back crashing against the leather, a painful point burning my ribs. Ugh! Bastard! Behind us, I still could hear the police sirens closing in. Then, I looked up in front of us, my eyes widening at the sight of a brick wall right in front of us.

"Watch out!" I yelled, pointing at it.

"Shit!" My captor cursed once again, brutally turning the wheel. 

   We took a violent virage in a loud screech of wheels. We dodged the wall from only a few inches. Behind us, the police cars were closing in. There was two of them, but sadly, once crashed against the brick wall we barely managed to avoid. The cops walked out, watching their ruined car crushed against the hard surface. Even though I was relieved that any of them got hurt, I felt disappointed to have lost one of our pursuivers.

"Oh..." I sadly whispered, looking at ghe tragic scene as we quickly drove away.

   I felt a bit of hope rebirth in my chest as I noticed the other police car was closing in. Maybe I had a chance of being set free! But my captor hardly slammed his foot on the accelerator, speeding up even more. At this rythm, I was actually terrified we might have a car crash, holding myself back from falling the best I could by sinking my nails into the leathery fabric of the seat.

"Slow down!" I almost begged, my back pressed against the back of the seat.

"Calm down." He affirmed, as serious and composed as always. "I've got the situation in hand, we won't have an accident."

"Well, I doubt it!" I shrieked. "We're going too fast!"

"I'm telling you that it's alright." Insisted the man, his low voice taking a threatening tone which clearly indicated me that I better shut up.

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