Lost Girl

Kidnapped

It was a warm, brisk evening in June when I heard my mother scream from the den down stairs. It was a scream of terroir, it made my blood run cold, I knew someone had just broken into my house. I hid in the small area between my bed and the wall when I heard someone coming up the stairs, the footsteps got louder and louder. When he opened my bedroom door and I saw the blood run off the tip of the knife and hit my shag carpet, I begged God to let him just leave my room and go somewhere else, anywhere else. As he walked into the room I felt tears running down my face, I watched his feet as he walked around my bed and to where I was hiding.

"Why are you hiding Jenny?" It was a familiar voice but one I hadn't heard in years. I looked up from is shoes to the bloody knife, still dripping on my shag carpet, to his face. When I realized who it was my face went ghost white and my eyes went wide with fear. It was my father.

My mother had kicked him out for drinking and gambling away the money she had set aside for my college trust fund. I was only 9 when it happened, because of his drinking and gambling my mom got sole custody of me. How did he find us?

"What happened to mom? What do you want?" I asked barely more then a whisper. Tear started running down my face as I lay there looking up at him and the bloody knife.

"What do I want?" He echoed "Why, my dear, I want you. I want the years that your mother stole from me! I want to see my little girl grow up! I want what your mother stole from me!" By the time he finished, he was shouting and slurring his words. He's drunk, I look at his face, really look. When I realized he was drunk and irrational, he grabbed me by the hair and yanked me up.

"Let me go! Where the hell do you think you're taking me?!" I screamed as he dragged me down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs he paused for a moment, this was my chance. I grabbed my hair right beneath his handful and with one powerful jerk I was free, I got to my feet and ran toward the front door. To get to the front door I had to run past the den, my mother was still laying there in her own blood, her last moments froze on her face, her face is what caused me to pause. When I paused he caught me.

"You see your mother? You try and run away from me again and that will happen to you. Do you understand me?" He asked through gridded teeth. I didn't respond, I was frozen in place, all I could do was stare at her body. All the blood, he had cut her open and her organs were exposed, everywhere there was blood. He had taken his time with her, and I knew he had enjoyed it. I felt sick. He stuck the knife into my side just enough to get my attention. "Do I make myself clear?" He asked again.

"Yes" I whisper still staring at my moms body.

"Good, now come make me lunch. Where is your phone?" He pulled me toward the kitchen. When we reached the kitchen he threw me into the island. "Where is your phone?" He repeated pointing the knife at me as I turned around to face him. He was getting mad and twitchy. "Where is it?!" He yelled. I could see him shacking, was this my second chance?

"What do you want to eat?" I asked as calmly as I could. I stared at him, that was making him uncomfortable, good that's what I wanted. "There are leftovers in the fridge I can heat up or I can make you a sandwich." I offered

"Where is your damn phone?! I know you have one! I've seen you on it!" He was in my face screaming at me, it took every ounce of my being no to break down and cry. How had he known I had a phone?

"Mom took it because I'm failing AP History." I lied. I've never been good at lying but he believed it and relaxed. "What do you want for lunch?" I asked again. I turned away from him and went to the fridge to look busy.

He didn't respond, he just watched me. He had this look like he was planning something, I just didn't know what.

"Leftovers will do just fine." He said but not really noticing that he set it. I was honestly still baffled that he believed my little lie. My phone was actually in the waistband of my jeans, hidden under my T-shirt. Well he is eating lunch I will excuse myself and go call the cops. I knew, at the very least, they would show up and see my mom and start a search for my dad. I realize that look he had was very call, which meant he was either planning on killing me too or kidnapping me and killing me elsewhere.

Part of me was scared, but the other part of me knew I couldn't show that to him, I couldn't show him any weakness. As he stood there, watching me make some lunch, I thought about my mom and how I would never be able to talk to her again. That thought broke my heart and I started to cry, I started breaking down. "why are you crying my dear?" He whispered, putting his hand on my shoulders. I flinched and tried to hold back my tears. "Sweetie you tell me."

"Do you want to know why am crying? You really want to know why!?" I pulled away from his touch and turned to face him. "I'm crying because you killed my mom! You killed the only parent I've ever known!" As soon as I said that I could see the hurt and anger boil over.

"The only parent you've known?! How dare you even think that! How dare you say that to me! I am your father! Your father you hear me!" That sent him past the breaking point. He grabbed the crystal dish that was held mixed nuts from the island, dumping the nuts he hit me on the temple with it. The blow was hard, knocking me to the ground, there was a warm liquid running down the side of my face, I put my hand to my temple and touched it to the warm liquid, then moved my hand in front of my face. My eyesight was very flurry it was read, it was blood. The food was running into my eyes now, I tried to stop the bleeding was my hands slip through my fingers. I need a towel or a cloth.

I tried to get up but he was sitting on me, ping me to the kitchen floor. Hey still help the dish pit is hand, there was also, my blood. I tried to push him off of me but failed. He hit me again, harder this time, this time it was to the cause omg my nose to bleed. The blood ran over my lips and into my mouth, I could taste its bitterness. He hit me again and again and again, after the fourth time I lost consciousness.

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I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke I was in the back of a moving van. I was hog tied and duck tape was over my mouth. My clothes were torn and bloody, there was fresh blood on my face. He hit a bump in the road causing me to go flying and come down hard. I can down on my side, hitting my head and shoulder on the floor of the moving van, I mound in pain. I willed the pain stop, I willed the van to stop. I needed help, I still had my phone but being hog tied I couldn't reach it. I was scared, I wanted to cry for help but I couldn't. At that moment I saw someone move in the dark corner opposite of me. The figure rose from his seat and walked over to me.

"You're awake now?" He asked in a deep husky voice, I lifted my head, it wasn't my father. "You should go back to sleep, we still have a long way to go." After he said that he knelt down next to me and removed the tape but replace it with a rag. The rag must have had chloroform on it because moments later I was out again.