Got kidnapped at the mall

I was 13, at my local mall. I was walking with one of my friends, and as we got near the food court, some guy in his 30s took both of our arms. He was trying to make it look like he was a dad with his kids.<br><br>I didn't know what was going on at first, and I think the adrenaline and fear took over, because I was so polite. The man somehow walked us out of the mall, and I never said a word. Fuck, I didn't even scream. I don't even know how he did it so subtly. We got close to the parking lot, and I saw a car with tinted windows.<br><br>My friend had left at some point, and I never knew when. I don't even know if she was kidnapped too. But I was ready to be taken. The man got me to the car and I noticed something. If he pulled me in the car, there was no way I was ever coming out. So I decided to Fuck. It. Up. I started screaming and squirming, I'm pretty sure a lot of people were staring. I think I might have fallen doing all that squirming. Fuck, I don't even know. Now I'm just twisting and turning and a huge overweight man had to lift me up, and he was doing a terrible job. He finally pulled me to the car, and a bystander said, "Hey, you ok?" This was enough to distract the man to give me enough time to run back to the mall. I got to the entrance, and never once turned back. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called my mom.<br><br>She said, "What's up?"<br><br>I broke down and cried and told her what happened. She asked me where the guy was, and I said I don't know. She said, "Describe him, but don't look around." I did, and she said, "Come to the entrance of the mall and a police officer will meet you there." I did, and the officer took me to a little office thing. He asked me more questions, like what the car looked like. I said it was black, possibly a Toyota, and the windows were tinted black. Now that I think of it, it was a pretty lame description. I'm sorry.<br><br>He said, "What happened to your friend?"<br><br>I said, "I don't know, I didn't notice when she left."<br><br>He got mad and took me back out to the entrance and yelled at me, "Find your friend NOW!" I walked around the mall, and found her in a store. We hugged and shit, and I started crying again. The police officer got mad at her for leaving me, and she was crying too. I went home, and never went to the mall again for a while, and never hung out with that friend ever since. I'm sorry.<br><br>I didn't bring this up again until my mom was doing my laundry and found the shirt I was wearing that day, which had dried blood on it. She asked me, "What happened to this shirt?"<br><br>I had completely forgotten up until then. Fuck, I think it slipped my mind for a few years. It was so strange.<br><br>So yeah, that's my story. Have a nice day.<br><br>Edit: Some people are talking about the fact that the man was fat. Now that I think about it, I don't think he was that fat, possibly overweight. I just said fat because it sounded better.<br><br>Edit #2: Some people are saying that my friend left me or something. I don't fucking know, ok? I'm sorry, just don't attack each other. I don't even know if she's on this website.