He watched her blow out the candles.
“Very nice. Now, would you like a small piece or a big piece?” he said.
“I don’t want any. I just want to go home!” she said, sobbing.
He was getting tired of her whining and crying.
“Just shut up and eat your damned CAKE!” he said, huffing and puffing, his nostrils flaring. He closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He was trying very hard not to scare her. If the little bitch would just stop crying!
“Sorry...I didn’t mean to lose my temper. I would just like for you to stop crying, please,” he said.
He attempted to appear nice and composed. His eyes crinkled at the corners, but his face still looked waxy and stiff from the outburst. He just wanted to get this surprise part out of the way.
She whimpered and her eyes welled, but she tried to calm down. Her eyes searched desperately for a way to escape, but there was none. Out past the window of the car were only woods, and not a single light. She didn’t even know where they were, but she only had on her night gown and panties, no socks, no shoes. She knew she wouldn’t get very far if she did get away. Her mommy and daddy probably didn’t even know she was gone yet. Besides, where was she going to go without socks or shoes and in the dark? She didn’t even know where she was going. What she did know was that the man was very big and that he smelled bad. Up till now, he hadn’t yelled at her but she was so scared and cold.
The man leaned over and ran his fingers through her curly blonde hair at the temple. She flinched, but the man didn’t say anything.
--written by Sandra Rhei