I was 31, single, living alone, and just spent the evening with a friend watching TV and chatting at her place. The drive home was short, approximately 10 minutes. My drive was a sporty little Mazda RX7. Being single, I knew many of the safety tips, especially the one to be aware of my surroundings at all times. While driving home, I kept an eye on my rear view window to notice if any cars were following for significant lengths of time. There were none until the last mile or so when another car made the same turn I did, which was normal considering the route to my apartment community. The last turn was a popular one for many drivers who lived in the same community as I did.
I turned into a parking space right in front of my apartment building and noticed the car that was following continued on. Since my car was small, once I pulled into the space I was unable to see much since the car to my left was a Mercedes and sat much higher than mine. I opened my car door and stood up to notice there was a guy who was walking at the far end of the parking lot. He looked over at me and asked me a question. He was approximately 5-6 parking spaces over from where I was standing. I had to ask him to repeat himself since I couldn't hear what he was saying. As I was asking him to repeat himself, all of the sudden I noticed another guy quickly get out of a vehicle that was still on the main drive (apparently the one that had been following me) and started coming toward me. The one who had asked me something started walking toward me as well.
I lived in a very safe community. No crime ever happened here. I knew. I worked for the apartment management company. But, my instincts told me this wasn't good. It happened so quickly. I was stuck in between two cars parked very close to each other and didn't have enough time to get back in my car, start the ignition, and pull away. Both guys got to my car in seconds. My car door trapped me from fleeing. A gun was put to my back and I was told to hand over the keys and my purse.
The silver ring I was wearing was noticed, and he wanted that as well. As I was frantically trying to take it off, I felt a hand go down the inside of the back of the sweat pants I was wearing. Fortunately, his hand quickly pulled out. He must have thought I was wearing jeans and was searching for pockets.
As this was happening, the other guy got into my car from the passenger side. They say you see your life flash in front of your eyes at moments like this, but not for me. All that kept going through my mind was that I was going to be forced into the back of my very small car and it was going to be a very long night. My heart was racing. Please don't push me into that car. It was the loneliest moment in my life. Luckily, I was told to not say a word, go to the back of the Mercedes, lean over the trunk with my arms spread out and stay there until they drove away or I would be shot.
It was over. They were gone. Thank goodness they just wanted my car and not me.
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