I Don't Regret It

Chapter two

 

“Where are you taking me?” I asked.

“I am taking you to your new home.” He said while carrying me bridal style.

             

 

            He carried me into a huge, creepy, old log cabin. I didn’t realize I was surrounded by monstrous trees until the light in the porch revealed them from the darkness hiding them. 

            I’ve heard these stories; the girl gets kidnapped, brought to a creepy house, beaten, raped, and later killed. Never in my sixteen years of life, would I have thought I would be living the stories.  Fear took over my entire body as he took me into a room.  He put me on the bed in the far end of the room and untied my hands and feet.  The stinging of the ropes were lessened,  the pain not yet fully gone, but it was better. I rubbed my raw wrists trying to make the pain go away.

He walked out without saying another word

Click

Locked in again.

I looked around the room studying what I was going to be staying in for a while.  There was a television across from the bed, a dresser next to the bed and a closet.  The wooden floors were creaky making it impossible to more around with out making some sort of noise. 

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            After hours of doing absolutely nothing, I turned on the T.V. and sat back on the bed.  I could see the remote on the dresser, after grabbing it, I started channel surfing.  I stopped when something caught my attention.  The news was on….

“Sixteen year old, Madison Beavers, was reported missing this morning!”

This morning? I looked at the bottom of the screen at the clock.

6:47 am

“Was this another kidnapping done by, seventeen year old, Jason King? Or someone else? Will will have more after this.” The reporter said, then her face disappeared off of the screen and mine took its place.  The word “MISSING” was written across it in big, red letters. 

The door swung open slamming against the wall behind it.  Jason stumbled into the room.  He is drunk.   He looked at the T.V. , my picture splattered on the screen again. 

“Hello everybody, My name is Holly Perkins.  When you left we told you about sixteen year old, Madison Beavers.  The police have yet to find any trace of her. Her phone has apparently been disconnected, so there is no contacting her.  No eye witnesses have reported any suspicious sightings.  She was last seen at her friend, Dallas Tabor’s house.  She was never seen after that.” Holly said with suspicion in her voice. 

“Did I tell you that you could turn on the T.V.?!”He slurred.  Now he was standing in front of the bed. He yanked me off the bed by my forearm.

“Ouch! You’re hurting me, Jason.” I said in pain while trying to pry his hand off my small arm.

“Does it look like I care?” He slurred squeezing my arm even more.  “Stop, please, you’re hurting me.” I begged.

“Why should I?” He asked my bringing his face closer to mine.  I could smell the alcohol on his breath. 

“Please, just stop. You’re drunk.” I said still trying to get his hand off of me. He still refused to let go, his grip was getting tighter every second. My arm was throbbing, he was squeezing my arm so tight it was cutting off the blood flow to the bottom part of my arm.  I kept trying to pry his strong grip off of my arm.

“Jason, you’re hurting me. Please! Let go of me!” I had tears streaming down my face at this point. 

“Why you can’t handle a little pain?” He said in a baby voice, taunting me. 

“Let go!” I said while ripping my arm out of his grasp finally. 

I felt a sudden pain in my cheek, a stinging a sensation. It started throbbing. I brought my hand to my cheek in shock. He slapped me……..