I Was Kidnapped
I was about fifteen at the time.
Long black hair (past my waist), 5'3", about 110.
I lived in a very small Ohio town, with a population about 200 (or less back then).
It was a clear beautiful day, this happened around 4 p.m.
I was walking with two girlfriends.
We were in the street, facing traffic, walking past a gas station, to get to the side walk.
I was slightly winded from walking, and talking.
I heard a car stop quickly; almost behind us. I thought nothing of it, so I didn't turn around.
Next thing I know, someone grabbed me from behind, pinning my arms down, knocking the breath out of me, as he tightly put his arms around me. He picked me up, in a big tight bear hug!
I froze!!!
My friends were screaming my name (they should have been screaming 'help' for me)!
I couldn't scream, because I couldn't breathe!!!
My mind started racing, I thought maybe this is a friend of mine that just got their license? Joke right?!
He tried to force me into the front seat of his car, feet first; into a blue station wagon.
For a moment I thought it was our station wagon, and all this was still a joke!
Then I noticed the car was a slightly darker shade of blue, and there was corn dust all over the seat.
NOT OUR CAR!!!
I managed too move my left hand up, just enough to touch my attackers arm.
It felt very hairy, and he smelled of b.o.
None of the guys I knew had arms with wirey hair like this.
THIS ISN'T ANYONE I KNOW, IT'S NOT A JOKE!!!
I started to struggle, trying to wrythe out of his arms (but he had such a tight hold, I couldn't move), I kicked my feet around, to no avail.
I could feel my hair was caught on a button on his clothing. (Brass button on his overalls)
I couldn't scream! I couldn't breathe!
He tried to force me into his car, feet first.
My stomach dropped as I tried to kick off the side of the driver's seat, but I missed it!
My feet slid along the seat.
I was terrified!
I managed to bend my left leg back far enough to try to blow his horn with my foot.
I missed!
I got my foot stuck in the steering wheel, and it knocked my flip-flop off.
My attacker backed up, to get my foot out of the steering wheel.
He also loosened his grip a bit.
(Probably getting ready to change his grip, and shove me the rest of the way into the car.)
Thankfully he backed up far enough to give me another shot at kicking off the side of the car seat!
I kicked as hard as I could!
It worked!
When I kicked off the seat my head, went up, and back, head butting him in the face!!!
We both went down to the pavement, it sounded like he cracked his skull!!!!
His body broke my fall. I was still on top of him, the landing knocked the breath out of him.
He let go of me.
I got up off of him, and turned to see who this b******d was!
I wanted to kick him!!!! But I was still out of breath!
He was about 35 - 45 years old, black hair blue eyes. He looked like he could have been related too me.
He started crying, and saying: "I'm so sorry! I thought you were my daughter! She ran away! I'm trying to find her! I'm so sorry!" he cried as he got up.
At the same time he was speaking, I retrieved my shoe from his floor board.
(That was stupid! He could have shoved me into the car!)
He quickly got in his car (blue station wagon, with rounded/curved back windows), and drove off.
My friends and I were still in shock and didn't think to get his license plate number.
I didn't tell the police. I regret that.
What if he was lying and he didn't have a daughter? What if he was really a predator? Or a kidnapper?
What if he did get me into the car? Would he have taken advantage of the situation? Or let me go?
I still have flashbacks on how strong he was.
As I remember this, I can still feel his arms around me, squeezing me, and I can't breathe.
Thank you for reading.
Long black hair (past my waist), 5'3", about 110.
I lived in a very small Ohio town, with a population about 200 (or less back then).
It was a clear beautiful day, this happened around 4 p.m.
I was walking with two girlfriends.
We were in the street, facing traffic, walking past a gas station, to get to the side walk.
I was slightly winded from walking, and talking.
I heard a car stop quickly; almost behind us. I thought nothing of it, so I didn't turn around.
Next thing I know, someone grabbed me from behind, pinning my arms down, knocking the breath out of me, as he tightly put his arms around me. He picked me up, in a big tight bear hug!
I froze!!!
My friends were screaming my name (they should have been screaming 'help' for me)!
I couldn't scream, because I couldn't breathe!!!
My mind started racing, I thought maybe this is a friend of mine that just got their license? Joke right?!
He tried to force me into the front seat of his car, feet first; into a blue station wagon.
For a moment I thought it was our station wagon, and all this was still a joke!
Then I noticed the car was a slightly darker shade of blue, and there was corn dust all over the seat.
NOT OUR CAR!!!
I managed too move my left hand up, just enough to touch my attackers arm.
It felt very hairy, and he smelled of b.o.
None of the guys I knew had arms with wirey hair like this.
THIS ISN'T ANYONE I KNOW, IT'S NOT A JOKE!!!
I started to struggle, trying to wrythe out of his arms (but he had such a tight hold, I couldn't move), I kicked my feet around, to no avail.
I could feel my hair was caught on a button on his clothing. (Brass button on his overalls)
I couldn't scream! I couldn't breathe!
He tried to force me into his car, feet first.
My stomach dropped as I tried to kick off the side of the driver's seat, but I missed it!
My feet slid along the seat.
I was terrified!
I managed to bend my left leg back far enough to try to blow his horn with my foot.
I missed!
I got my foot stuck in the steering wheel, and it knocked my flip-flop off.
My attacker backed up, to get my foot out of the steering wheel.
He also loosened his grip a bit.
(Probably getting ready to change his grip, and shove me the rest of the way into the car.)
Thankfully he backed up far enough to give me another shot at kicking off the side of the car seat!
I kicked as hard as I could!
It worked!
When I kicked off the seat my head, went up, and back, head butting him in the face!!!
We both went down to the pavement, it sounded like he cracked his skull!!!!
His body broke my fall. I was still on top of him, the landing knocked the breath out of him.
He let go of me.
I got up off of him, and turned to see who this b******d was!
I wanted to kick him!!!! But I was still out of breath!
He was about 35 - 45 years old, black hair blue eyes. He looked like he could have been related too me.
He started crying, and saying: "I'm so sorry! I thought you were my daughter! She ran away! I'm trying to find her! I'm so sorry!" he cried as he got up.
At the same time he was speaking, I retrieved my shoe from his floor board.
(That was stupid! He could have shoved me into the car!)
He quickly got in his car (blue station wagon, with rounded/curved back windows), and drove off.
My friends and I were still in shock and didn't think to get his license plate number.
I didn't tell the police. I regret that.
What if he was lying and he didn't have a daughter? What if he was really a predator? Or a kidnapper?
What if he did get me into the car? Would he have taken advantage of the situation? Or let me go?
I still have flashbacks on how strong he was.
As I remember this, I can still feel his arms around me, squeezing me, and I can't breathe.
Thank you for reading.
By:
xbrokenheartx
Age:
41-45
,
Female
