LAYLA'S POV
I try my best to sit upright, groaning in pain. I had hit the van's walls several times as it kept rocking like we traveling on a mountain of gravel.
I had felt too tired, hungry and thirsty. My head was heavy and painful like I had been hit with a baseball bat. I had decided to lay down for a few minutes to sooth my headache but the rough ride didn't allow it.
I c***k my eyes open trying to blink through the pain. I can tell it's morning not because I am outside but because of the rays of light penetrating through the slim spaces around the metal door. The van has stopped too, but the engine is still running.
A sudden loud bang on the door signals that someone is opening it . The noise wakes everyone and they all sit up.
Someone pulls the door open letting it smack again
