The Unexpected Adventure: A True Story of a "Kidnapping" That Turned Out to Be an Exciting Adventure

Once upon a time, in the 1970s, I was a member of a rock cover band playing bass guitar. When we came to a hotel near a popular ski resort for New Year's Eve, we were in for a surprise.

An Unexpected Arrival

After the show, as we enjoyed a good time with friends, a large and muscular man burst through the door. He looked furious, with a torn, blood-covered t-shirt. He proclaimed loudly, "Nobody’s leaving!" Shocked, everyone was stunned, but one drunken girl began laughing hysterically, thinking we were in grave danger. Little did we know, he had just been involved in a knife fight and was under the influence of alcohol. Thankfully, one of our bandmates' sisters, a nurse, stepped up, offering to help. The situation calmed down, and the man eventually left. The police soon arrived to arrest him. It turned out he had been wanted for some time.

My Own Kidnapping Experience

Yeah, I could say I was kidnapped once, but the experience was far from what one might imagine. My best friend's stepfather, Michael, whom we affectionately called 'Leprechaun' due to his short ginger hair and jovial nature, was a boxer. One day, things took a turn for the worse.

When Marita, his partner, went out for the weekend, she left the neighbor to watch us. However, Michael, who thought Marita was cheating, hit him while he was cooking breakfast. Exploding with anger, Michael tried to drag the neighbor into the garage. I remember the kick landing, and the scream—though I didn't see it coming. From then on, the neighbor was never the same. His responses were delayed, and he seemed off.

Marita returned and ended things with Michael, but she didn't want to be the one to break it to him. So, she told our friend that Michael was still harassing her. The nightmarish scenario unfolded. Michael kicked the back door down, threatening both me and our friend. Faced with a choice between scaring him away or defending ourselves, we chose the latter. We fought back, and eventually, we called the police. The charges were dropped, but the experience left us a bit shaken.

The Aftermath

Later, we broke into Michael's house to take his guns, bongs, and other possessions as a form of retaliation. However, Michael had other plans. While we were sleeping, he injected us with ketamine, and we were taken to a fortified hut in the mountains. For a while, it was a terrible ordeal. I begged Michael to not kill me, but he brought out a cigar-like thing, lit it, and offered it to me. Despite the pain, I couldn't resist and took a deep breath, feeling my life flash before my eyes. Michael, after causing significant trauma, then left, feeling that he had done enough.

The Healing Process

From that day forward, we moved towns. I found a new girlfriend, and we've been talking for a long time, although we've only dated for two months. I'm soon to graduate, and I've been sober from hard stuff for a while now. While I still struggle, I'm okay with it, taking it one step at a time. I hope to grow old with Violet and Zethin, the two people who were with me through thick and thin. Over the years, talking about this experience has been cathartic, providing me with a sense of relief that words can scarcely describe.

Conclusion

These experiences have taught me resilience and the importance of support. While the journey has been tough, the past has shaped me into who I am today. If you find yourself in a similar situation, remember that help is always available, and talking about your experiences can be a powerful tool for healing.