I woke up in a dark room. I had no clue where I was. I looked around the room for a light. Once I finally found a light switch, I turned it on. I was in my basement.
I walked around to see if I could find Rachel, but she was nowhere to be found. I walked up the stairs trying to stay quiet so my kidnaper couldn't hear me but I had forgotten that the third step was always noisy. When I put my foot on the stairs, it made a loud squeaky noise. I was so scared so I ran up the stairs to the door, and I tried to open it but the door was locked.
I sat down on the stairs and thought I was never going to get out. I put my cold hands on my head and I felt something poke me. It was my bobby pin. I got up and tried to pick the lock. I thought to myself, thank god for my dad teaching me this.
I opened the door and looked into the kitchen. I saw a man facing my kitchen sink.
Right as I was about to go find Rachel, I heard a muffled scream, and I knew it was her. The man turned around, and I then knew who it was.
The man was my dad.
We looked at eachother, and I ran upstairs. But my dad grabbed my foot, and I fell downstairs. I turned around as he was about to grab my foot again. I kicked him in the face and I tried to run upstairs but he grabbed my hair and pushed me against the wall.
"You'll never find her," my dad said.
Before he got another word out, I kicked his knee and he moved back. He was about to punch me so I ducked, and then I got back up and punched him in the face. I ran upstairs and there was m.I tried to shut the door, but he put his foot in between the door. I took my knife in my drawer and opened it.
"Thanks for the knife Dad," I said.
"What?" he said.
I stabbed his foot and I shut the door and locked it. I ran to my closet and saw Rachel tied to the bar in my closet. I moved the clothes and took the knife and cut the rope and I hugged her.
"Why is daddy doing this?" Rachel said through tears.
"I don't know, but we need to get out of here," I said.
"How?"
I moved my table in front of the door and I ran to my window. Before I did I looked at my clock, and it was 10:52. My mom would be home soon.
"Look at me Rachel," I said. "You are going to climb out of the window and run to Beck's house, do you understand me?" I said.
"Yes, but I'm scared," Rachel said.
"I know. Ok, so when you get out there's a ladder out there. You will climb down the ladder and run as fast as you can to Beck's house and when you get there tell them everything that happened and have them call the police, ok? I love you," I said.
"Ok sis, I love you too," Rachel said.
She climbed out of the window and started to climb down the ladder. I climbed out and saw her start to run to Beck's house. I climbed back into my room and grabbed the knife and the leftover rope. I unlocked the door and opened it and saw my dad. He was standing there with a gun pointed at me.
"Dad, do you really want to do this?" I asked.
"I just want respect. I wouldn't have to do this if you respected me."
"Dad, you don't want to kill your own daughter, your own flesh and blood," I said.
He threw down the gun and came up and hugged me. I put my arms around him, then took the knife and stabbed his back. He backed up and he fell down the stairs. I ran downstairs and got him to stand, and we walked outside. I grabbed my lighter in his pocket and we went out to my shed. I sat him down and tied him up and covered the shed in the gasoline.
