Mya
Tom forces me out of the car and leads me into the woods, the front of his gun pressed against my back. We stop in what looks like a cave. My heart is racing with fear, and instead of praying to get out of this situation alive, I pray that he doesn't touch me.
"Hello, sweetheart," he says, grinning as his eyes move up and down my body. "Long time no see. Did you miss me?"
"No," I spit in his face, and he retaliates by hitting me in the face with the back of his gun, and I fall to the ground. Tears well up in my eyes. I stand up, ready to approach him, but he points the gun at me again.
"What do you want?" I ask, trying to sound bored despite the tremor in my voice. He scoffs and runs a hand through his disheveled hair. Tom doesn’t resemble the proper man I once knew. He’s a mess,
