The Drop || Kate & Gracie
Blindfolded, bound and feeling nauseous, Gracie waited in silence. She'd tried speaking back at the kennels, calling out to Lorenzo in fear when the guards approached, unlocking the kennels and pulling everyone out. It didn't take long after the shock of the cattle prod for her to catch on. She wasn't meant to talk. Even though they hadn't put that nasty cloth back in her mouth, she didn't dare say a word.
Instead she focused on the silent hum of the engine as the vehicle wound its way through the city and the silent whoosh coming from the car vents. Gracie was wondering just who she'd be met with. A friend? Her father? An unfamiliar and unfriendly face? The possibilities were limitless weren't they? In a city like Launceston, these were things that were never really guaranteed. Some people got a happy ending, but most got the other end of the deal.
Part of her wished that Lorenzo was right. That her father had feverishly been bidding and was able to buy her back. But so many bad things had happened over the last 24 hours, that she couldn't hold on to that idea, no matter how much it comforted her. And what was a girl like her to do when her heart was telling her one thing but her gut was telling her something totally different?
The vehicle stopped, and Gracie could feel her stomach tighten. Everything about this felt wrong. Of course, she had no earthly idea what ‘this’ actually was, but it didn’t stop the worry that flooded her senses nor did it ease her mind.
Sliding of the van door made her jump, but the hands gripped her and pulled her out of the van made her whole body freeze. At first she couldn’t move. Not because she was refusing to or because there was nowhere for her to go, but more along the lines of her physically not being able to put one foot in front of the other without her legs giving out. The fear rolling off of her had to be noticeable just by her shaking frame
“Move!” one of the men gruffly said from beside her, pushing her forward. It took a lot of effort on Gracie’s part not to fall over, but when she regained her balance, she shuffled forward slowly. Soon there was a tug on her arm and she was going in a slightly different direction.
Where was she? It wasn’t exactly outside because she could still feel the wintry chill of the wind passing through, but the cold didn’t surround her like it would’ve if she was completely outside in the open. Maybe a tunnel. Maybe a parking garage. She couldn’t tell.
Suddenly a large arm stopped her. There was a dull sound of the grinding of metal and something that dinged in front of her. As she stumbled back a bit, someone tugged the blindfold off, taking a few hairs with it by the tingling sensation at her scalp. Blinking a few times, adjusting to the overhead light, Gracie stared ahead. A service elevator. The doors were open. Once thrown into the elevator, Gracie began looking at it to see if she’d been in it before. This elevator looked nothing like any she’d seen before. Was this a business building? She couldn’t tell and the more questions that cropped up with no way of answering them, the more anxious and frustrated she became. The elevator doors closed, sealing her in the small space as she watched the numbers light up, indicating the floors she was passing. When the elevator stopped, she took in a deep breath. Whatever was on the other side, she was hoping was friendly. Even if she didn’t know the person, she was hoping they were friendly. Perhaps even friendly enough to let her shower and hopefully let her go home. But hopes were becoming a bad habit for her. She wasn’t in a safe place anymore. And because of that, she had to accept that whatever happened from this point forward, it wouldn’t be for her benefit. Gracie needed to shed that crippling layer of hope.
You won’t see your father any time soon.
You are not in a safe place.
This person probably hates your family and hates you too.
They don’t care if you live or die.
The ding silenced any other thoughts she may have had, and just as the doors opened, she closed her eyes, waiting for something bad to happen, possibly someone to jerk her out of the elevator and push her down the hall. Her cheeks glistening with tears as she tried to let go of all the optimistic thoughts that still flooded her despite her wish for them to leave, she waited. What could come of this?
Nothing good, her mind interjected.
There, that’s better, her gut told her, her heart breaking at the words...