The Kidnapping

The Blue Truck

It was a rainy day. The rain pouring outside and the drops crashing onto my roof. It was freezing outside. I was walking to the store with my sister to pick up some food. We didnt take the car because there was no gas. And we couldnt fill it up because my grandma didnt come home yet. Anyways as I walked I saw a blue rusty old truck drive bye. The man looked about 50 or 60. And he had a beard. He looked at me with his wrinkled eyes. Staring at me like I killed his dog or something. I tried to tell my sister but she wasnt paying attention. I told her we should go back home because I didnt feel safe.

"Sis come on we should go". I said.

"Shut up I'm on the phone". She said angrily.

She kept talking and while she was the guy got out of his car. He told me if I knew where his sister was and I replied "no I'm sorry". He starred at me for like 5 minutes and then he got back into his car. I took a picture of his license plate before he left and good thing he didnt notice. I told my sister that I was leaving and doing home because I felt alittle sick. She got mad and told me that she would be home tomorrow because she was going over her boyfriends house. As I walked home in the dark I could see flashes of lighting light up the sky. It was freezing and I forgot to wear regular shoes instead I wore flats. I kept walking until the same guy pulled up.

"Hey, you need a ride I mean it's raining". The man said.

"Um.... no thanks I can walk". I said.

"No no come on I have a seat, you can sit next to my son".

"Ok I guess".

I got into the blue truck. The interior was pretty nice and his son was cute. He kept asking me questions like how old was I or what was my name. I told him my name is Emma and I'm 17. He replied with a weird yes and uh huh. I told him where I lived but he ignored me. He locked the doors and rolled up the windows. We pulled up to a weird house. And when I looked closer to the baby it was a doll. My whole body froze. I looked back and the man went into his house to get something. I tried to get out but the doors were locked. So I kicked the window but it only made a small crack. The man came back and unlocked the door. I rushed out the door and ran as fast as I can. But the man shot my leg as I bleed he dragged me back to his car, there was a trail of blood leading on the concrete and next thing I knew he was forcing me into the backseat, I clamped my hands down on the sides of the door and screamed, but no one heard me because I was basically in the middle of nowhere, he just kicked my chest and I fell in, I held my stomach and he slammed the door. He drove to another house and grabbed my hair, I flailed and screamed. I could feel the hair ripping from my scalp, when we got in the house he did something I'll never forget. He cut it off with a pair of scissors, my hair was my most prized possession. I  had tears in my eyes and was in shock so kept screaming but he told me to shut up. He took me out and threw me in his basement and chained me to the wall. The clamps were so tight they made my hands bleed. I was crying so hard later I got a headache. When I woke up from my nap I was on the ground. The man walked in the basement and threw a bowl a metal bowl it made a horrifying sound that vibrated through the whole room, that made my headache quake. When I finally had the courage to look in the bowl there was slop in it and I think a fingernail. He laughed and unchained my hands then held a knife to my throat and looked me deep in the eyes, until he chained my one foot, he left the room with out a word I watched him walk up the steps, slam the door and lock it. I slid the bowl away from me with my foot slowly and I got up to find a way out. But I'm stupid and I forgot he chained my leg. I continued to look as far as I could walk then would stumble because I would reach the distance that the chain went. I found a secret little door next to the window that had a key hole, it looked like a small child could fit through, I scoped it out to see if maybe a key my kidnapper had would fit in it. After a couple hours of me knocking on the wall behind me. He came in grabbed the bowl, and I saw the keys on his belt

"You were suppose to eat it".

"Its gross".

"Bitch".

He kicked me in the head really hard then chained my hands back up up on that God forsaken cold hard wall. I couldnt take the pressure so I started crying did my sister even no I was gone what about my friends my family did they even care, or was my life still freaked up as always. My mom was a drug addicted, my dad left us when I was just born and that messed up my sister and now I live with my grandma and that made her scum of the earth, and now I'm in a cold dim basement with a creep I dont even know. I guess my life is just.....fucked up.