I tried the handle on the door. Wouldn’t open.

I began to rationalize this. Maybe he accidentally locked the door? I was telling myself if he really wanted to do something he’d have stayed in the car.

With no sight of Jon I decided I needed to call someone. I looked around for my phone and I couldn’t find it. This was an old, silver pay-as-you-go flip phone. I was confused that I couldn’t find it because I had put it right next to me in the cup holder. After looking for it for a good few minutes I became sure he had taken it. Mind you, I didn’t want to start rooting around his car, knowing he might be watching me. I didn’t want him to catch on I was freaking out.

At that point I started looking for my phone with only my eyes, instead of making it obvious. I was petrified this guy was watching me panic in the darkness. My eyes were darting all around the floor. Nothing.

I looked up and squinted into the field and forest ahead. I saw him.

Jon was standing about 10 feet from the car, on that small field. He was standing, and smiling. It wasn’t a friendly smile. He looked freaky. This was not the same guy I got in the car with.

I looked ahead and smiled back. I was still trying to act like his behavior was normal. Like nothing he was doing was scary.

Still smiling, his tongue began to protrude from his mouth, he stuck it out all the way. He began wagging his tongue up and down while maintaining eye contact with me. I felt myself trembling. I was trying to compose myself.

Not taking his eyes off of of me, and with his tongue still out, he started unzipping his pants. He took out his dick and proceeded to urinate in front of me while staring the whole time. This is the point I found it difficult to act like I was “in” on his behavior. I looked down at the floor, not wanting to watch what was in front of me.
He didn’t creep or slink back to the car, instead I hear his thundering steps and then a slam against the window.

I guess at this point I was the luckiest person alive because another car pulled into the parking lot. I don’t know what this did to Jon, but immediately he got back into the car and laughed at me, that normal laugh, and said “So what music do you like? I’ll put it on while I drive you home!”

And he did. He drove me all the way home. When we pulled up to my house I went for the door but it was still locked.

“I want you to promise me something…”

I asked him what that was.

“If you see me, if you ever see me after this, turn the other way. Act like you don’t know me. If you see me with my family don’t you dare say a word. I don’t expect to bump into you but don’t say anything.”

I agreed. I then asked him “Have you seen my phone?”

He told me no. I guess my phone was a small sacrifice for surprisingly making it home OK.

When I got in I said goodnight to my parents and went upstairs to my room, and turned on my computer. I wanted to gather as much information about the guy as I could.

Back then I used MSN messenger (like AIM). It logged in automatically whenever I started up my PC.

Now before I get to the final part of this story, it’s important you know this. One day before I had been at my best friend’s house. We had the kind of friendship where it was like… who could pick on the other the most. It was all good fun and we mostly just ripped the shit out of each other and had a laugh. The day before she had changed two contacts in my phone (an old ‘prank’) replaced the contact “Mom” with a guy I had been sending sexual texts back and forth with. I immediately knew she had done this because I saw the previous messages come up, but I didn’t change the numbers back at the time, thinking I’d do it later.

So when I logged on to MSN I had a tonne of messages from this guy, and a few from my best friend.

When Jon had locked me in the car he had taken my phone and texted “Mom” telling her that “I’m sorry but I decided to move out, I’ve met someone. Please don’t look for me, I am happy being left alone”.

So another thing about that message was it was all written in text speak (swap “please” for “plz” for example) and this guy knew I NEVER texted like that. Aside from the message itself, this was a big red flag.

He had texted me back (he showed me on cam) “?” before texting again saying “I don’t think this is you, know where you went, calling the police”. This was incredibly quick thinking as he had absolutely no idea where I was.

I think that text saved my life that night, and it explains Jon’s sudden change of behavior. If it wasn’t the random car, it was the text.” — throwaway-el26