The night was dark and the city lights twinkled in the distance. I was standing on the sidewalk, hoping for a moment of peace, when a black car pulled up. My brother sat inside, his face full of determination. "Come on," he said firmly. I knew he wanted to stop me from going back to my toxic boyfriend. Suddenly two men got out of the back of the car. Before I could do anything, they grabbed my arms and started dragging me towards the trunk. I tried to scream, but one of them covered my mouth with his hand. "No..." I whispered in horror, but it was too late. The trunk opened and I was thrown into it. The car started moving and I, locked in the dark trunk, knew that my brother would do anything to protect me, even if it meant keeping me away from the boy who was hurting me.