Through The Shadows Pt. 2

“Meet me outside in 5 minutes” was the last text message that Sasha received that night.

No one even knew she had a habit of sneaking out of her house to meet Evan almost weekly. Evan would wait for her behind the tree just outside of her bedroom window, out of view from anyone’s sight. It was just like any other time. He would wait for her and then they would leave together quietly down the block.

At the park, just down the street from Sasha’s house, they sat perched upon a park bench.

Their knees turned into each other and their wide eyes consuming as they spoke to each other. Out of nowhere a blue van quietly drives up and parks. So quietly that they didn’t even notice they were not alone anymore. Evan’s hand now on the side of Sasha’s face, he leans in to kiss her. Their hearts thumping so loudly with desire they do not hear the sound of the leaves crinkle and crunch as he walks towards them. With one swift hit, Evan falls from the bench and lays on the ground bleeding. A rock straight to the back of the head swiftly knocks him unconscious. Sasha is shrieking in disbelief until she is also knocked onto the ground. “Stop fucking screaming!” He raises his voice while kicking the leaves on the ground in angst.

“Don’t you make another noise, or you’ll end up just like your little boyfriend” he warned her. Scared to even sniffle, Sasha starts to push herself backwards trying to think quickly of a way to escape. Without hesitation she is scooped up and thrown into the back of his van. The night turns silent again and Evan’s body is pulled into the van with her. Inside the van, Sasha can’t tell if Evan is dead or alive. His body is limp and lifeless as blood pours from the back of his head. All she can do is sob over him as she puts her ear to his chest to listen for his heartbeat as the van drove away.

The light creeps back and forth and her eyes finally open. There is a hum from a small generator in the corner that connects to a lamp cord. This singular light bulb provides only enough light to shine directly above the cell they find themselves in. Shaking herself back into reality, she sees her boyfriend lying next to her. His varsity jacket stained with blood and his eyes gently shut as if he was sleeping the most heavenly sleep. Sasha notices the small shallow breaths go in and out from his chest. He is alive. She crouches over him whimpering, begging him to wake up. Cradling his face in her hands, her own tears dripping down onto him. She lunges up quickly and looks around for something, anything, to help her get them out of the cell that cages them in.