This a fictional story about becoming President of our country. It sort of parallels our present history and time line.

Chapter Five is about Tina’s Experience


“Hello Tina are you their hello?” I shouted into the phone. I could hear some background voices, and what little I could make out did not sound too good. Then nothing as they must have hung the phone up on her.

My cell phone rang, and it was my security chief, “Someone has taken her.” I told him with some anger in my voice.

This part is from Tina’s point of view

I am waiting on the phone for Stewart to come back on, when three black men started to walk toward me. I turned my back to them, but they were making rude and crude remarks. O God please don’t have them come my way I said to myself.

One said, “hey baby I’d sure like to get me some of that prime white meat.” They all laughed, as I blushed at his remark.

The other one said, “hey their sweet meat, they say that once you go black, you never go back.” Again they all laughed at my distress.

I though to myself, dam where is a cop when you need one. Just then I saw one walking, in my direction, but he was still on the other side of the lobby.

One of them, I think he was the leader, he said to me, “Hey there slut hang that phone up. We want you to come partying with us. You will be the center of our attention.”

I tried to ignore them and pretended to be talking on the phone. When I heard a snap, and a large knife blade appeared right in front of my eyes. “I told you to hang that fucking phone up. Now do it bitch, or I will carve your pretty little face up like a fucking pumpkin. Do you fucking understand me?” He whispered loudly in my ear, as he grabbed my hair and gave it a yank.

I was scared, and I could hear Stewart’s voice on the other end of the phone, as I hung up the phone.

“Now you will be going with us, and if you make a sound, I will run this knife right through you, and you will be dead before you hit the floor.” He said to me softly but with force behind his words, as he grabbed my arm and started to escort me toward the door, as the other two followed behind us.

“What about her bags?” One of the guys asked their leader.

“Leave them there for either the cops to find, or some poor homeless bastard, who probably could use some new clothes.” He said with an evil chuckle.

“Hey you two back there go take care of that rental cop. He is getting to close.” Said the leader, as pointed to the two in the back.