Not in My Job Description

"Carl, what in the world do you think you're doing?" I yelled. I hoped someone would hear and notice that a crazy person potentially had a gun pointed at me.

  He wasted no time ripping Nate's phone out of my hand and throwing it as far as he could, which was surprisingly far. I couldn't believe how messed up my life was. Mild mannered Carl was my stalker? Whoever controlled the universe evidently decided I'd done something to displease them.

  "Avery, I can't believe you didn't guess. I mean, the line I gave you about not being able to track where the email was coming from? Come on, no one is good enough to get away from me, even if they use false names. I can always find them. Now get to walking."

  I felt the gun dig into my back. Not only was Carl not as mild mannered as I'd previously thought, he was cocky.

  "Carl, this is stupid, where are you taking me?" I asked as he led me towards a car hidden in an alley.

  "I want us to spend a little time getting to know each other, my sweet. To do that, we have to get away from the city and your boyfriend for a little while."

  We were at a car, and he opened the back passenger-side door. He motioned for me to get in and I tried to think of my options. I was again in a situation where all I had was knives versus a gun.

  "I'll have you know he isn't my boyfriend," I said, gritting my teeth. How many times did I have to tell people before they got it through their heads?

  "Could've fooled me," Carl said, right before I felt something heavy hit the back of my head and things went black.