I don’t know how long we have been in this van, but it seems like forever. Charity is finally awake again. She’s hasn’t said anything, neither of us have, but her eyes show that she is scared. I should feel better having my sister here, but I don’t.

We stopped and let Samson and Red Cap out. I thought they were going to separate Charity and me, but they didn’t. I see lights and realize we have pulled into a convenience store. The lights are bright, so I know the parking area is well lit.

“I told you Trick, I need to hit the can, or you can smell the shit. That damn burrito from early hit my gut hard.” I never paid much attention to Boozer.

“More likely all that damn beer you drank last night.” Trick fires back. “Those two are still out cold, I’ll get us something to eat because there is no telling when we will get another decent meal. I’ll grab a bag of snacks for later.” That means they will both be gone for a few minutes or more. I don’t have a phone and rack my brain for what I should do. I know Charity is awake so as soon as these two are out of the van than we need to make a run for it. This may be our last chance. Trick and Boozer get out of the van and don’t even hesitate to look our way.

I make myself calm down and count to ten and then I move. I see that Charity is already sitting up and she's looking around to find something to protect ourselves with. There’s nothing here but tarps and ties. My hands aren’t tied, my feet aren't tied, but that's their mistake. The two bikers are lazy, and the Demented Revengers will take care of them. I peek out the back window of the van, I see a woman getting in a car with a child. I look at Charity who is still looking for weapons. “Let’s go Charity.” She looks at me and I don't even think. I open the back doors and I grab a hold Charity’s hand and we make our way towards the woman. I know that I'm taking a chance doing this and I don't want to get the woman, or the child harmed, but I need to get Charity to safety. The woman looks stunned and when she sees my face, I know I must look a mess. I took a hard hit from Samson earlier.

“What are you doing?” The woman shrieks when we run up to her side of the car before she can get in the vehicle. “What do you want?”

“My sister and I were kidnapped, and we need a ride out of here. The two men are in the store. They are the big biker looking men. We need to get out of here, my sister's pregnant.” I know I am frantic and I don’t even know how this woman can understand me, but our time is running out. “I wouldn’t ask you for help if we had any other options.” The woman hesitates only for second and looks down at her child. “Trevor, get in the back and put that seatbelt on.” She looks at us as her boy walks over and gets buckled in. “Okay ladies let's get moving, those men aren't going to be gone for long.” I turn and look over my shoulder and I see Trick walking towards the door to come out. If we don't get out of here now, we're not going to have a chance to get out of here. I run around the car and get in the car; the woman gets in and she peels out of the parking lot like she is in a race for her life and I guess in a way she is.

“You need to get on your phone, so someone can meet us somewhere. I don’t like to say this, but I need to think of my son first.” The woman says quietly, and I understand this.

“We don’t have a phone. They took them from us when they took us from our wedding.” Charity tells the woman. The woman’s eyes get huge.

“You mean that you were kidnapped from your wedding? You poor girls, here take my phone.” She digs it out of her pocket and hands it to me. “There has to be frantic people looking for you.” My mind goes to Con. I know he is going crazy. He always does when he can’t control something. I don’t even think about who I am going to call. My fingers dial Con’s number. The phone only rings twice and I hear Con’s frantic voice.

“Con, we escaped. Trick and Boozer went in a store and we were saved by a woman giving us a ride out of there.” I rush so Con does not interrupt me. “Tell Brody that Charity is alright. We need someone to meet us. The lady that gave us a ride has a son and we need to get away from them, so nothing happens to them.”

“Damn woman, you are going to be the death of me. Where are you?” I look at the woman.

“Where are we ma’am?”

“Farm Market Road 635 south of Quitman. We were at the only convenience store out here, but we are going back towards Quitman as fast as I can drive safely. We are thirty minutes away.” I would have guessed a lot further away, but I don’t know if we drove out of the way to drop Red Cap and Samson off. I relay the direction to Con.

“Who all was in the van. Are they all still together?” Con asks me.

“They dropped Samson and Red Cap off. Like I said we were just with Trick and Boozer.” I know my adrenaline is making me short with Con, but I am trying to remain calm. Then I feel it. No, not now. I hand the phone to Charity while I still can. I feel the tightening around my airway. I try not to panic but it is hard and then the wheezing. I hear myself. I and trying to stay focused. The pressure is building. Breathe Faith, breathe. In, out, in, out. I feel the sweat and clammy feeling.

“Damn, Faith, breathe.” I hear my sister yell at me. I need my inhaler. “Con, Faith is going into an asthma attack. She needs her inhaler.” Then I can’t listen to Charity; it is taking all my energy and concentration to just breath. I need air in my lungs. I just concentrate with everything in me to get that air I need.