How Did I Leave Her?

Chapter 2: The Discovery

Hey guys!  Who knows who the "regular point of view" person is?  I have one 1D member (all puns aside, please) who is the guy Lucy grew up with, who do you think it is?  Comment below, first one to get it (if anyone gets it) wins a virtual cookie and bragging rights! 

LOL (LOTS OF LOVE)

-J

Deputy’s Point of View:

It’s a small town, finding a body isn’t a normal experience.  I suppose it’s not a normal experience anywhere.  We found a body today, though.  It was a girl, brown curly hair reaching down to her waist, skin snow white from the death that had stolen her life.  We had a disappearance lately, so we figured it was this girl… Lucy Brown.  Chief didn’t want to put the family through the pain of seeing their little girl in such a state as the body was in, so some kid from the girl’s school identified her.  Once we were sure it was the right girl we called the family.  They agreed with our decision to not have the family see the body.  A closed casket funeral would take place soon, the mystery over.  I feel sorry for the poor girl’s family.

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Lucy’s Point of View:

The horrid man had held me in those woods for weeks.  I had been walking back from the shack where I tend to spend most of my time lately when he grabbed me.  He was a madman, never doing anything to try and ransom me or spirit me away.  He just locked me in his cabin in the woods and came every day to beat me.  He would beat me with his fists, belt, anything he could get his hands on.  I never saw his face; he kept a blindfold over my eyes continuously.  He would beat me until I was nearly unconscious, then leave, locking the door behind him, not returning until the next day when he would beat me again.  He never fed me, so my body couldn’t heal itself; I just accumulated cuts and bruises.

Then one day when he came in he didn’t hit me.  He stood still for a while, then yanked me up and threw me out of the cabin.  He kicked me repeatedly until I was about ten meters from the cabin.  Then he ripped the blind fold off my eyes.  I screamed as the dried blood that had held the ragged piece of cloth to my eyes opened the cuts that had only had time to scab over were opened yet again. 

“Get lost, brat.” He snarled.

My eyes were crusted closed with dried blood, so my only clue to his leaving was the crunch of his shoes on the pine needles.  I waited for a minute before gingerly rubbing the crusty blood off my eyes.  I winced, but I had gone through so much pain this paled in comparison.  I opened my eyes and was shocked to see nothing but a white blur.  I could see slightly darker blobs that were probably trees, but not much else.  I stumbled to my feet and staggered through the forest, desperate to get as far away as possible from the man who had tortured me so brutally.

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Regular Point of View:

I woke up to the hysterical screaming of Lucy’s mom.  “MY BABY!  NO, NOT MY BABY!” she screamed.

No.

I ran in to the living room where Lucy’s mom was sitting, phone to her hand, pain written all over her.

No.

My mother took the phone from her hand and hung it up for her.

No.

My mom looked up at me and I desperately stared a silent question at her.