In around 1999 my friend a I went to a very popular club here in Chicago - I started getting tired, but my friend wasn't so I decided to leave and she stayed behind. I was wearing a short skirt and heels. I hailed a cab outside the club, and a taxi stopped to pick me up seconds later. I got into the cab and gave the driver my home address, which was quite a bit north of the club - had he taken the very street were were on I'd have been home in less than 10 minutes. The taxi starts driving north, but then suddenly turns south. I said to the driver that he was going the wrong way, to which he replied, "you'll go where I want you to go, bit*h". In minutes we were already maybe a mile south... I realized I was being abducted, and developed a plan in my head that I would jump out of the car at the next stoplight or stop sign. As the cab slows down for a red light I pulled the door handle and kicked the door wide open and bailed. I hit the concrete hard and rolled, but there was a cab behind him who saw this. He stopped immediately and ran over to help me. He asked me if I was okay (which I was), and then went up to the driver's window to try and break it to get the driver out. He broke the window, and the driver fought back hard, and eventually hit the gas so hard he nearly ran over the guy helping me. But he did get the license plate, and called the police, and put me in his cab. He then drove me home for free. The abductor was fired from the cab company that he worked for, but criminal charges were not filed.
