A Valentine Day Fiasco Chapter 2 - The Kidnapping.
Cynthia kept screaming and screaming. “I don’t wanna die.” She kept shouting. On the other side of the car, John was totally confused and very quiet. Then he noticed Cynthia's purse. It had a detachable leather strap so he just took the purse from her and detached it. At that moment, she quieted down. John didn’t want to give the taxi driver a reason to suspect that they were up to anything. He signaled to her to keep screaming so as to keep the driver distracted which somehow she agreed to despite the fact that they were at loggerheads just a few minutes ago. She continued screaming, “I can’t afford to die. Stop this madness now you this man.”
“Shut up you this loud bitch!” The driver yelled back at her, he paying no attention to John at all. Then John quickly swung the strap over his neck and held it so tight while tugging at it hard till the driver started struggling for breath and became weak. Meanwhile, Cynthia managed to pull the hand brake so that they didn't crash. With the driver being rendered almost unconscious by the cutting off of his oxygen supply, they shoved him out of the car, roughed him up a bit by John giving him a lot of blows, then tied him up and put him in the back seat of the taxi. They reversed and looked for a way out of the spooky route he had taken. When they got to the main freeway they went to a police station to report the incident. The guy was placed in custody after they both wrote their statements. Soon enough they left the police station.
"We make a pretty good team" John said while they were waiting for a taxi in front of the police station with her groceries. "Yea we do." She agreed. She suggested they exchanged digits which was totally unexpected by John which they did. Then he decided to push his luck further. He asked if they could meet up for dinner later to which she said she would let him know if she was up to it. A taxi finally came and when she got in, she said a silent prayer for safety. On her way home, she thought about the events of the day. Maybe Valentine's Day wasn't so bad. Maybe John was not as evil as she saw him. She was willing to give him a chance so she sent him a text saying "Yes I’d love to have dinner with you. So when you have all the details let me know". With that she focused on the road ahead eagerly waiting to get home.
John felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He brought it out and saw her message. He grinned to himself. He must look really foolish grinning from ear to ear, all alone in the taxi. He didn’t care though. Cynthia was willing to bury the hatchet with him and that was all that mattered. She had changed a lot with a more defined and curvy body in contrast wither chubby figure in secondary school. Even her face looked a tad bit different.
He recalled how he was reminiscing just some days ago about his high school days and remembered Cynthia; he had really tortured her those days. Then, those pranks might have seemed funny to him but now he literarily cringed at the thought of all he had done. He had silently prayed for Cynthia to forgive him but he didn’t know the answer to his prayers would come like this. On this fateful day as he was heading home after visiting his parents in that taxi, he saw a lady trying to hail down the taxi with 2 heavy-looking grocery bags in her hands. She seemed like she really needed it. He asked the taxi to stop and pick her even though he didn’t feel comfortable sharing taxis with non-family members and when it did she got in. When she got into the taxi he saw the face and immediately he knew the face was oddly familiar, he kept staring, trying to recall where he knew this lady from even when his brain told him he was attracting undue attention and then then it finally clicked. He recognized her, the dimple in her left cheek even when she wasn’t smiling and distinct mole on her cupid bow on her lip made it easy. No matter how much weight she lost, he could still recognize her anywhere.
He was even more shocked when after the day’s events she suggested they exchanged contact details. It had been a ride today, getting trapped in the car with her and the kidnapper, dealing with the kidnapper and giving their statements at the police station but the day wasn’t over yet. He was still having dinner with her this evening and he was looking forward to it. Valentine’s Day was turning out to be a good one. He focused on the road ahead and soon enough he got home.
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