Ginger: Part 1

This is part 1 of a four part short story that I am planning to make into the first chapter of a new book. I hope you all like it. #iamnewhere #shortstory #writing
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Her soft groan bounced away into the darkness. Ginger had absolutely no idea where she was. She couldn’t see and she definitely couldn’t remember how she’d gotten here.

She strained her ears, trying to hear anything she could. That’s when she heard the muted thumps of footsteps. It sounded like more than one person. The voices came shortly after and Ginger instantly forgot the scratchy carpet that was irritating the skin of her arms and legs. She was no longer aware of the way the warm, stale air was drying out her throat as she lay still, trying to hear what the voices were saying.

“Dammit Dave it’s your first day! How did you screw this up so badly?” Said the first voice. It was definitely a man. His voice was deep and scratchy in a way that made the hairs on Ginger’s arms stand up straight. His accent wasn’t one she’d heard before.
“Well, I was just doing the best that I could,” came a second voice. This too, distinctly belonged to a male. Dave.

Ginger had been so focused on the conversation she hadn’t noticed that her eyes had adjusted to the darkness. If she’d been focusing on it, she would’ve realized what the small slivers of light meant.

“I thought I’d made it clear we have a no abduction policy.”
Dave spoke before she could process these words.
“She wasn’t cooperating. What did you expect me to do?”
The pieces clicked together and Ginger gasped and sat up. She hit her head. Hard. She hissed and rubbed her scalp.

The first man cut himself off mid sentence and groaned.
“Dave... tell me you didn’t.”
She heard footsteps approaching and her breath caught as light suddenly flooded her vision.
“Jee-zuz Dave! You - YOU LEFT HER IN THE TRUNK?”

The man standing over her was looking over his shoulder. Even in profile he was scarily angry. He was big too. Ginger was glad he seemed to be focusing his anger on this Dave person. Who seemed not to have realized that speaking now was a bad bad move.
“Well, she was still unconscious. I didn’t want to disturb her.”
The first man let out a slow breath and pinched the bridge of his sharp nose.
“You’re lucky we’re related Dave, now get out. I’ll deal with this.”

Ginger’s pulse sped up. That did not sound good. In fact, that sounded distinctly ominous. She tried to push herself out of the car and make a run for it. The man caught her shoulder and pushed her back down.
“Slow down, Ginger. You’ve had two hard knocks to your head in less than two hours. I can’t imagine you’re in any kind of shape to go anywhere right now,”
She was so startled by the softness of his voice that she stopped struggling.
“There’s a good lass. Now I imagine my idiot brother has probably ruined your memory?”

“I, uh, I think so, yes. Where am I? Who are you?”
“My name is Vaughn. You’re in the garage of my company’s building. Please, give me a chance to explain. We never normally do this.”
Ginger raised an eyebrow. “Explain, or kidnap teenage girls?”
He let out a deep laugh. “For a brunette, you’re certainly feisty enough to suit your name.”
“Get on with it then.”