This story is about an 18 year old girl whose name is McKenzie. Full name; McKenzie Baker. She grew up with somewhat loving parents. Her mother cared so dearly for her and so did her father...kind of. He neglected her but paid more attention to her...
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I've been upstairs for a little over 24 hours now. I didn't have the energy to move and go anywhere. I sat again on the edge of my brand-new bed and looked out the window and up at the sky.
"Hi Nathan. I miss you...I tell you that every time. I know you're probably tired of hearing me tell you that every day, but I can't help it if it's true. I've been kidnapped with Brooke; we were taken to this auction and were sold off." I begin to tear up. "Before we were sold off, we had to shower and these men were touching us."
"I wish you were there to save me. To save us. But you already did save me. You saved me from our monster of a dad...and I thank you for that every day. I don't even think dad cares that I'm missing... I don't think he tried looking for me, neither has mom. The Russians took our phones, so I can't contact anybody. Not even if I wanted to. Me and Brooke were sold to two different men, but they're best friends." Tears stroll down my soft cheeks.
"I haven't seen her in days...when I first got here, I was locked in a basement for a week...no food and dirty water. I was so cold...." My voice trailed off as I just stared at the bright blue sky.
"I wish there were a way to bring you back...even if it were for a day or 3 minutes. If I had that opportunity, I would take it...I hope I see Brooklyn today. I love you, Nathan." I finished and I looked down at the window and at the driveway.
There was a black Lamborghini pulling in the driveway and when the door opened, Jayce came out. Meaning if Jayce is here........Brooklyn is too!
Jayce walked around to the passenger side and opened the door, revealing a beautiful brown-skinned woman with her hair flying everywhere in the wind. Brooklyn.
I slipped my slippers on and swung my door open, running down the hall and down the steps.
"What the fu-" Lucas starts, but I cut him off by running outside once I get the front door open.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going, глупая маленькая сучка." He yelled after me as I continued to speed over to the vehicle Brooklyn was once in.
(stupid little bitch)
Once I made it over to the thick brown-skinned figure, I jumped and hugged her so hard. "Oh, my fucking god, Brooklyn..." I whisper, my voice cracking and she wraps her arms around me, sobbing.
"I thought he killed you." She sobs. "I thought I lost my best friend."
I squeezed her even harder. "He just kept me in the basement for a week with no food and didn't attempt to bring water. No one came to check on me, I had to drink water dripping from the pipes and into a metal bucket." I explained to her as I pulled away from the hug we shared. "But I'm okay. There's no way in Hell would I allow them to kill me." I laughed, hoping she'd laugh too and she did.
