*Ivy*
I wish I never left. It's been two and a half weeks now. I've made a talley chart on my arm with that peice of glass. It scarred but whatever. It's not self-harm if you've been kidnapped.
I'm hoping someone's looking for me by now. Praying on it every night. I've been beaten by Corey four times, each time being worse than the other. I haven't heard a peep out of Kian. All he's done is give me leftovers and some water to keep me alive. I would've that they'd killed me by now.
I don't know what they want with me. I don't know their intentions or what they want me to do next. All I've done is deliver that dead body on day one and take drugs. The rest of the time, I've sat in complete silence on my own. My fingernails are so short they're basically gone, my hair is greasy and thin and ripped out, I have gaps of where my eyelashes are supposed to be, I have bruises and scars all over me. I hate this. I hate this so much.
I'd rather deal with my parents arguing their whole life than put up with this any longer.
The utter silence haunts me. I've started to hear the voices again. Calling me stupid, saying thugs is all my fault. It is my fault, really. I just wanted to get away.
There's a pile of urine beside me, I feel disgusting. I placed my fingers on my face and felt spots everywhere, from not washing my face.
Corey came bursting in again. I pushed myself again the wall tightly as he approached me. Don't kill me, don't kill me.
"Go clean yourself up," he said gently. What? I stayed silent.
"Take a shower, you're stinking this place up."
A shower? What's going on? These words excite me yet they don't. I'm confused. I don't ask questions and get up.
He followed me up the stairs, probably making sure I don't stab him and run for my life. Which would be ideal.
I didn't dare stare at myself in the mirror as I stood in the bathroom. I don't recognise myself anyway, looking at myself isn't gonna help. Corey watches me as I shower, making sure I don't leave.
I've never been so relived at the sight of water in my life. I'm still so confused in why Corey let me shower. It seems so simple. Yet it's so complicated.
I loved the feel of the shampoo in between my fingers. I used to be really into hair care at home. I'd have a scalp massage, all the fancy champions and conditioner, I'd double cleanse, leave my conditioner in for five minutes, etc. I didn't care about that now. The shower was cold but I didn't care. I drank some of the water as it dripped down my face.
Once I'd finished, I still had to get back into the dirty pjamas I started with. But I felt so much better now. I made the scent last, this time next week I'd be in the same situation. Smelling like grind, greasy knotty hair, not knowing when ur next get to shower.
I was chucked back into the attic afterwards. Nothing changed.
However, around an hour in, Kian burst in with a newspaper in his hand. He chucked it on the ground beside me and left. The newspaper had my face on it
'IVY PERRY, MISSING' I felt my eyes open wider than they ever have. A shot of hope dashed through my body as I continued reading. '14-year-old Ivy Perry had been missing for 17 days. Her mother, Aubrey Perry is deeply concerned, a police search is ongoing.'
My mum knows I'm missing? A police search? Everything's looking brighter. This is looking hopeful.
Until Corey came in.
"Can you explain to me why there's a fucking police car outside the house?"
Oh. My. Goodness. I'm free. I couldn't say that to Corey, though. I think he'd kill me.
"I don't know," my voice sounded sarcastic, but I actually didn't know. I clearly hadn't called anyone.
"KIAN," he called, quietly but loud enough to Kian to come running. "Hold her down."
What?
Kian pulled me even further back than I was and held his hands over my mouth so tightly I thought they were going to leave a dent in my mouth. I tried wriggling out, knowing I'd be free if I did. I'm only fourteen, I can't compete with a middle aged man.
The police are meters away. I need them to notice me.
*Corey*
Whilst, what's her face was being held down, I answered the door. Anticipation built up inside me as I twisted the handle open. I've never really felt this way.
The officer stood in a blue suit at the door. "Hey?" I said in confusion.
"Hello, sir. I'm sure you've heard about Ivy Perry's disappearance?" He began.
"Oh yes, of course," I tried to sound sympathetic, but I really didn't care about her at all.
"Well we have to do a search of the houses in the neighbourhood, you know."
"Oh yes I understand," I still didn't care much. I was a little worried. People say never shit on your doorstep but I have. I didn't know she lived around here.
The police officer barely serched. He just walked around unbothered. I could've picked Ivy up by her legs and dangled her in front of him and he wouldn't notice.
I made sure he stayed clear of the attic as I heard Ivy smashing her feet above.
"Everything okay?" I wasn't too panicked at this point as he looked fine.
"Looks good to me, if you do see anything or know of anything please do let us know."
I nodded. I wasn't gonna tell him shit. The missing girl was in the attic above him and he didn't notice. He was probaly bored of searching houses all day.
Once he'd left I climbed up the ladder to the attic. "Oi, he's gone, don't even try it."
Kian left go of her as a hand print was left around her mouth. Her cheeks were stained with tears which I found funny.
Around a week ago I told Kian that we need to kill her. I know she's the reason the police were round. She's onto something, and I don't like it. I usually like kidnapping 7-8 year olds, they don't have a clue. I didn't relise she was fourteen.
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Good Girl
Mystery / Thriller'We live on a safe street, I never imagined this,' 14-year old Ivy's parents have been arguing all night, she's had enough of this and decides to run away. She starts to hear voices as she follows them and gets kidnapped. She slowly goes insane as s...
