This always happened to me.

Dumb crap that didn't make sense. Dumb things that always led to more trouble.

However, this incident left my heart racing, palms sweating, and even a curse word slipped between my lips.

I dented a person car trying to park in the Trader Joe's parking lot. Yes. I did that. To a brand new car who's license plate still had the dealer on it.

I grumbled as I reached over into the glove compartment and pulled out a sticky note scribbling on it my number, email, and explaining what happened.

Just as I was about to exit the car, I got a text message from my mom.

Did you make it alright? Be careful it's really late and you've seen the news about the kidnappings.

I looked at the time. Six pm. So late.

I rolled my eyes, she was talking about the amber alert we saw yesterday. I typed my reply.

I'm okay mom. And l'll be fine, there's a lot of people here and there's plenty of sunlight.

I got out of the car and shoved my phone in my back pocket.

I cringed as I looked at the dented door. My mom was gonna kill me! I didn't even have a good explanation.

I held my purse tightly to my side as I entered the store. It was unusually empty and I only caught a glimpse of people once in a while.

I decided to ignore it and stick to my moms list. I threw the bag of cheese in the cart when I heard someone say from the aisle over, "that's not enough."

"Well its what I'm giving you, so deal with it." Came a hissed reply.

I heard a groan of frustration. "You know why we're doing this here? Quick and easy exchange, no questions asked, and the cops wouldn't think to look here would they?"

"I'm not giving you more," the other person snapped. "Take it or leave it, Rudy."

I heard feet shuffle. "Get outside in two minutes. I'm not beating your ass in front of the fucking meat substitutes." Harsh footsteps all the way out of that aisle.

I let out the breath I was holding. I think maybe in this moment I was more nervous then when I dented that car twenty minutes ago.

I shook my head and proceeded to shop. I just needed to hurry up before the other guy came in again and possibly started to shoot up the place. I mean, I didn't know if that was gonna happen but...

As I was looking down at my moms list, thinking of where the rosemary was, I hit someone with my cart.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking," I fumbled, taken back by the persons angry expression, it was just a cart.

His dark brown wavy hair was tousled like he had been running his hands through it, his forest green eyes were squinted and his lips were twisted in an ugly expression.

He shoved his hands in his black sweatshirts pocket.

"You heard that didn't you?" He asked quietly. I gasped when I recognized his voice as the person from the other aisle.

My grip on the cart tightened. "I don't know what you're talking about," I said as calmly as I could. I tried to walk away but he held the back of the cart in a death grip. "Let go," I demanded.

"No," came his quick reply. He was biting his bottom lip, staring at the chicken in the cart like it held all the answers. His eyes snapped to mine.

"Rudy," he said.

"The guy—" I cut myself off before I could go any further.

Oh, Parker you've really got yourself in it this time.

"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I didn't mean to," I started to hyperventilate. "Please let go."

He expression changed from cold to worried. Back to cold.

"Let's go," he hushed. Grabbing my wrist with lightning speed. I resisted against his hold.

"Let go," I said louder, pulling all my weight back. He stumbled but caught me in his arms.

I held my breath when our faces were just inches apart. I stared at the freckles on his face.

"No," he whispered harshly.

I quickly lifted his hand to my mouth and bit down, hard. He groaned in pain and let go. Then I started to run.

"Oh my god!" I grunted as I fell on my stomach.

He tackled me. I struggled under his body weight. I felt tears spring to the corner of my eyes.

He forced me to get up and dragged me to the milk. He shoved two gallons in my arms hurriedly as we saw a costumer coming this way. He grabbed two gallons.

"The cameras," I gasped as he shoved me to the checkout line. "You'll never get away with this." With the weird money thing he was doing, tackling me...

He smiled wickedly. "I already thought of that, honey."

I bit my lips as we got in line.

"Have you both found everything alright?" Asked the worker.

Nows my chance.

"I don't know this man," I replied, sweat running down my face. "He—"

"Honey," the guy replied, wrapping an arm around me, pulling me close to his hard body, "you're funny."

He paid quickly and grabbed the bags containing the milk.

We were at the exit when I said, my voice wobbly, "please let me go." His hand held mine tightly.

"No, you've heard—fuck!" A guy started to walk towards us from the outside and he looked pissed.

"Foster," he sang, a gross smile on his face. "I want my money!"

He brought us just to the entrance, one foot in the store and one out. The cashier started to walk over to us.

"Foster!" The man yelled again.

I felt my head start to spin, there was too much going on and I couldn't—

The man, or I guess, Foster, grabbed the bag out of my hand and threw them on the floor with so much force there was a loud 'SMACK' sound. The other man slipped and fell on his knees.

I gasped as the milk splattered everywhere and left the bottom of my jeans soaking wet.

Foster grabbed my hand and ran into the parking lot.

"No!" I screamed. "Let me go! This has gone too far! I won't say anything! Just—"

Foster stopped us and pulled me close to him. "That man behind us, he has a gun, okay? He saw your face and I know what you heard. You're not exactly in the best situation right now, honey." I looked behind us and the man did have a gun, it shined.

"H-how do I know you don't have gun too?" I whispered fearfully, looking back into his green eyes.

He grabbed my hands and patted himself down with them. My face turned red.

"See? Now let's go." He pulled me to a car and I felt like an idiot when I realized it was his car I hit.

"Get in," he demanded, shoving me in the passenger seat.

I didn't bother saying I could drive myself home with my car being right next to us because he'd say no.

He got in the drivers seat and started to drive fast, leaving the parking lot and getting on the freeway.

He was heading about an hour out of town.

God, I was getting kidnapped and was probably going to get killed. I sucked in a sharp breath and felt tears starting to run down my face.

Foster glanced at me and sighed. He made a sharp turn that had me thrown against the car door.

I bit my lip to stop myself from sobbing.

"Look," He said softly, surprising me, "we lost him."

"Okay," I whispered, shaking so hard I couldn't even feel my fingers. "Are going to take me back?"

"Yes," came his reply a minute later and I relaxed, although he could be lying...

"I dented your car," I blurted. I looked over at him and his brows scrunched up.

"I—what the hell?"

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