“Be back by 10!” My fathers voice echos. I stare down at my watch, 9:45. My breathing is rushed and my legs are burning.

“Come on, you got fifteen minutes.”

I keep peddling faster and faster, the handle bars on my bike swinging back and forth.

9:50.

I reach an intersection and screech to a stop. A women in a white beat up truck speeds past, honking, and putting a finger in the air. I roll my eyes and start peddling again.

9:55.

“Hurry up!” I tell myself as I peddle even faster than before.

Breathing heavily, I make my way past the gas station and remember something.

“Pick up some milk on your way back!”

The words from my mother rushed into my head and I swerved my bike around. I ran into the gas station, grabbed the milk, and rushed back to my bike.

9:57.

“Three minutes.” I told myself.

Before I could leave the parking lot a black SUV pulled up with speed, right in front of me, causing me to fall off my bike. I gave a look at the car, now parked next to me, and picked up my bike. Before I could get onto my bike a hand went over my mouth and an arm clutched my waist. My bike dropped back to the ground, along with my phone. Before the person behind me was able to sweep me away I took one last glance at my phone.

10:00.