Not Dead

Chapter 2.

The first half of the day came and went, and soon enough, it was time for lunch. Vanessa and I don't sit together, she goes to the cafe across the street. I think it's overrated, but then again, every white girl loves there star bucks. I'm just not every white girl.

I left the school through the back, sneaking out. You see, what me and Vanessa do is sort've... not allowed. But, we did this since the 6th grade, and no one seems to care. I followed te path I created on the trees, following each arrow until I arrived at my destination. It was a small Pond in the middle of the forest. Birds would fly over head and deer would come for a drink, and it is the most peaceful place I have ever been. Putting in my earphones, I drifted off to sleep, not caring if I missed class.

"Wake up, Bitch!" Vanessa slapped me across the face, using her best Amy impression. I jolted up, scared at first, than eased into the laughing fit she was having next to me. I started laughing along, flipping her off before joining her in her fit of laughter. "How much did I miss?" I asked. "The whole day. In fact, it's 3:30. I just covered for you, saying you were ill." She said, slowly calming down. "Shit... Oh well, it's not like the teachers aren't used to my behavior." I brushed it off. She skipped ahead of me, going to her usual group of friends, who were waiting for her just outside the forest. I slowly walked, something seemed off today. "There you are! Ms. Rodriguez, you have detention!" The principle stormed through the bushes, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the school. 'Great...' I thought, as I entered the prison.

2 hours later, I was making my ways down the hallways, the life practically drained out of me. "Your father is here to pick you up." A hand was placed on my shoulder, a knife against my back. "Long time no see, Mr. Rodriguez, where have you been?" The office lady asked. I didn't dare speak, although if I did open my mouth, I'm sure nothing would come out. "Busy, busy. Well, I got to get going, I don't want to upset My wife." He chuckled. His voice was like poison, something I never missed. They both waved, him forcing me out the door and putting more pressure on the blade. "Missed me? I certainly missed you." He said, coldly.

There are many reasons as to why I hate him. I'm sure the proof is shown right here, but before that, he used to beat both me and my mom up. Abuse, bullied, and neglected is how my child hood went. People say it's just another story with a bad past and something worse to come, but when you think about it, millions of people go through this everyday. It's not just 'another story' to them, it's there life. This is just another side of it. My side.

After benign forcefully shoved into his truck, I quickly pulled out my phone in my back pocket- and it's not there. Just a note saying 'no escape.'. Yeah, no escape my ass. I looked around, we must be on some road, and where there is a road, there are other cars. I tried to find the tail light, and when seeing there is no way from the inside, I took a lucky guess at the bottom right. Kicking out the light, i stuck my hand outside of it, waving it around frantically, hoping someone, anyone, would see me. Someone did, though, since he pulled over and got out of the car. I quickly pulled my hand out, trying to shuffle as far away as I can from the tail light.

"Excuse me sir, but I'm an undercover cop, and yo-" silence. It was deadly. Literally. He opened the truck, putting the man inside of it. I screamed and kicked and did everything in my power to get away from him as he dragged me by the hair to the new car. "Stop squirming, you little fucker!" He yelled at me, which made me kick and scream even more. "Fuck. You." I spat at him.

Black out.