I haven't seen David in 2 days, I've not bothered to ask for him, nor have I gone to the kitchen. I've stayed in my 'house' all day and watch TV, I've tried sewing and cross word puzzles which I bought from the store, and I eat from my fridge and pantry.
So far the sewing has formed into a ball of yarn, and the cross word puzzles are making me angry.
I stir my alphabet spaghetios in the bowl and sigh, random letters getting mixed around. A word forms, a name, of all names that I miss...
Renn
I drop my fork and blink, the name disappears... Apr
I shake my head and get up, I'm not hungry. I hear a knock at the door and run to the bathroom shutting and locking the door.
I hear my bedroom door open as I slowly slide down to the floor not taking my eyes off the nob.
Bang bang bang!
"Open the door!" David demands.
I ignore him,
"Open the door, NOW!" He scowls, I roll my eyes.
I hear a few more bangs and the door shakes, one more bang as the door falls to the ground breaking the frame, I flinch and move back
As his angry frame stairs at me as he breaths heavy.
I swallow choking on it as I find a way to get it down,
He steps on the door and walks towards me lifting me by my arm.
"David, please!" I scream as he throws me on the bed, hovering over me,
"You're so worthless." He grits his teeth, I breath heavy as he slowly pushes my hands down into the mattress, his legs are on mine, so now I can't move. I hold back the tears, I can see the anger in his eyes, he is going to hurt me I know it, before I can accept it he quickly pulls out a knife, I head butt him. The pain is horrible but I ignore it, that REALLY looked cooler in the movies.
I throw him off me an run through the open door, both the guards dive for me but I can't fail, I must continue to run.
My head is spinning as a huge migraine kicks in, I get to the stairs and run down them, one after the other until I reach the basement door, I open it up and look behind me to make sure David isn't behind me, I slip in as I hear David's screams from upstairs.
I search around for a flashlight with my hands, and pick up matches
I take one match out and light it up successfully. I hear David's voice get closer and quickly walk to the bottom, I walk around slowly with the dim light from the match, I look all around for an exit, or somewhere to hide.
I walk to the tools and look around the area, I hear the door open as I swing around dropping the match, thankfully the ground is concrete and puts the fire out.
I step on it to make sure it's out for good, I hear him walk down the stairs and quickly turn and hide, grabbing the only thing I can... A screw driver.
Without a light I hide under the tools counter and scoot back until I hit the wall, I sit back with my knees infront of me with the screw driver pointed out.
I feel fine except I can't balance my breathing so it's louder then hoped..
I can hear foot steps, slowly getting closer, I close my mouth and close my eyes.
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Kidnapped
Horror19 year old Carlie Nicholson, her life is perfect, not exactly, she adores her boyfriend and he is the only thing keeping her together. One rainy day after one of their dates, Carlie is left alone to go to her car and pick him up while he is making...