Ghost Girl Book 1

Chapter 15

The kidnapper watched with dread as he saw the car drive up the road and pull off onto the path that was just down the road from the farmhouse. As he crouched under the broken window he thought to himself that this can't be a coincidence, he peered out of the window again and saw a woman get out.

He sighed with relief when he rationalized it as this was just someone going for a walk. He headed back down the basement where his opportunities were still attached to the water pipe, he looked at their pale tear stained faces and cursed loudly when he saw the puddles that lay at the beneath them, he had to resist the urge to pull the girls over and clean their piss up with their hair.

"You fucking brats" he shouted at the frightened girls, both girls started to cry again, he leaned in close to both of them and hissed "You better stop your blubbering now or else I will pluck your eyeballs out and make you eat them". Both girls choked off their sobs but couldn't stop their tears.

He stomped up the stairs in frustration, when he was back in the kitchen he grabbed the cloths they used last time and filled an old dusty pot with the brown water that trickled out of the sink. He walked back down the stairs with the supplies, he untied the girls and shoved them toward the pot with the water, threw them the cloths and said "wash".

He could hear the girls wetting their cloths and he turned around to find the best spot for his vision. He set up the fuzzy teddy bear blanket in a corner by the window, better light he thought to himself.

He started to unpack the stuffed animals and planning out where each one will go, he placed the large bear on the blanket and leaned it against the corner of the wall, he placed smaller teddy bears on either side of it, it will do for now he thought.

He looked over at the two girls who were slowly washing their faces and wondered how these two ugly brats would be wanted by anyone.

He went back upstairs and took a look out of the broken window again, he didn't see the car anymore and was satisfied who ever was in it had moved on.

He unpacked the video camera and all the equipment he didn't fully understand , he usually just took pictures and sent them via  fake email to an encrypted website but as this was his last opportunity he wanted to get the most money he could get.

As he unpacked all the equipment he unknowingly slipped into a memory, he was 12 years old and and driving with his father to what was to be his new school , he felt his stomach drop when they pulled up to the biggest school he had ever seen, he saw that all the other kids were so much bigger than him and wished he could go back to his old school where he knew the kids and the kids knew him, he wasn't popular at his old school but he was at least the same size.

He pleaded with his father before they went into the school, he promised his father that he could play dumb, he didn't need to be smart, he was happy to do the same work as the other kids his age.

He remembered that his father answered his plea by grabbing the back of his neck and squeezing so hard he thought his father would pinch his skin till it bled he remembered the smell of whisky on his breath when he yelled in his face that he doesn't have a choice, he would do as he says, and he better be respectful and grateful for this chance and finished with a hard cuff against the back of his head.

He felt sad as his father and principal called him into the office and explained to him that he was now enrolled at this school and will be taking advanced courses. He was herded into the gymnasium shuffling along with the bigger kids as they looked down at him and made comments like, look its a midget, and who let the baby in here and the one he's heard since he first started school, four eyes.

He was up next for student card pictures, he noticed the group of guys huddled together chuckling and passing around what looked like a silver flask, he saw their letterman jackets and knew they were from the football team, my dad would be proud if I could be like them, with this thought in his head he sat on the chair staring at the camera in front of him.

He was summoning up a smile when he heard it, the chant of four eyes rang out through the gymnasium and all the students were staring at him, his attempt at a smile turned into a wide eyed sad look, just as the flash went off.

He snapped out of the memory with his brows furrowed, like fuck I don't have a choice he said aloud as he picked up the broken chair next to him and smashed it against the wall, he went over to the broken table and smashed it against the walls until it was shattered, he grabbed any cup or dish he could find and threw them against the wall.

He kicked walls and smashed things trying to subside the rage, as he smashed another chair into the wall he felt a familiar throb in the crotch of his pants, he felt the throb grow bigger with every wall he kicked and chair he broke, oh ya he was enraged.

He stumbled his way through the smashed house to the bedroom at the back, he found an old rusty bed with a mattress that had so many nasty stories to tell, he leaned back on one arm and unbuttoned his pants.