*Note: this one's a little disturbing. I checked with Reogan to see if some of the content was okay, but you might want to take that into consideration.*
Christina stepped apprehensively out of her parents' car. Slowly, she examined the area around her. It was a wooded area on the outskirts of town, about a forty-minute drive from her house. A deep, rushing river flowed next to where she was parked. Christina had almost fallen in, which would have spelled her doom--underneath the raging water were sharp rocks that she knew could crack her skull open.
She pulled out her cell phone. No reception--it figures, she thought bitterly.
A twig snapped behind her, and she whirled around. "Hello, Christina."
Christina almost gagged. It was John's father, dragging a bound and gagged John behind him. "Mr. Cordell? It was you?"
"Yes, Christina. I do apologize for scaring you, but I needed you out here. Where we could be alone," he emphazised.
The hair stood up on the back of Christina's neck. "What are you talking about?"
"Oh, Christina, let's not act dumb," Mr. Cordell chuckled evilly and pulling out a gun. "You know perfectly well what I mean."
Christina took an unthinking step backwards, and nearly fell into the river again. "You would kidnap and threaten to kill your own son just to get to me? What is wrong with you‽"
"Don't you understand? Now that we're here, we can be together! Spend the rest of our lives with each other!" Mr. Cornell kept ranting, unaware that his son had slipped his hands free of the ropes that bound him. Suddenly, John tackled his father and grabbed the gun.
"Don't move, Dad," John spat, utter contempt dripping from his voice.
"Oh, John, you wouldn't kill your own father, would you?" Mr. Cornell begged.
Christina stared in horror as John's finger moved closer to the trigger...