I felt a rush of emotions flying past me. What if my parents are really dead and or have ran away. What if they open the door and I see them, questions were flying past me.
"Hello?" I heard a kind soft fragile voice from behind the door.
"Hello um could we talk for a minute with you?" I asked still thinking about one million things.
The lady opened the door slowly and saw her face. She had long wavy Brown hair blue eyes and was beautiful. She was my mother. She was alive.
"Hello..." She said
"Hello"
"What is it I can help you three with... You look vaguely familiar... You two" she pointed to me and max and I smiled
" I'm Sophie and this is my brother max. We got kidnapped on our way home from school about two years ago" her eyes widened "the man said he would take us home because that day it was raining cats and dogs outside, so max being little he agreed and I followed being cautious. We he pulled into his drive way I realized what was happening and pulled Max out of the car Max fell into the stream in front of his house and down some whole and before I could help the man grabbed me and since that day I was beat up and abused and only ate stale bread dirty water and on good days oatmeal as hard as rock" I said calmly. Inside I was freaking out " I thought my brother Max died and it was sad lonely times until two days ago or three it's hard to tell when you've been trapped for years, Joyce my friend an orphan came." I continued to explain and when finished she turned and called my fathers name " MARK! MARK !MARK !" She yelled
"What Hun" my father said coming up behind her.
"Listen,..." She whispered a long story into his hears and he started to cry.
" and we were wondering if you could help us find our parents and we could ask them to adopt Joyce! And we would be a happy family again..." I smiled
" you know don't you.... You know we are your parents " she started to cry.
"Yes..." I said giving her a hug.
She sobbed and put her head on mine
"It's okay mom" my brother said
"We are okay".
"Kids!" My father said coming to hug is as well.
"The police who came to the woman who watched us last night and we kinda left her ... Anyway we will deal with that later I know her phone number... Anyway the police man said you mom had commit suicide, and dad you ran away...? I'm confused " I was questioning why a cop would lie.
"Mark go call the lady and meet us in the family room."she said wiping her tears. Something was up but all I cared about was that I am safe at home. I started to make my way to the family room bringing Joyce along with us crying I say down and waited.
"I'm so happy for you two " Joyce said "what will happen to me though... Back to the orphanage if they have took and if not a foster home ..." She finished
" my mom and dad would probably let you stay!"
"Yes ... Uh huh.... Okay thanks for your time and taking care of them! Okay bye" my dad finished his phone call and met us a in the family room along with my mother.
"Don't be worried nothing bad happened ... Just we have a story.... " she said trying to be happy but still crying.
" the reason why the cop told her that is because everyone thought I commit suicide. Including the police. It's because I never open or answer the door unless it's people who I don't Know and I never have been outside besides my big fenced back yard in two years because I've been so lost and sad about you guys being lost. I couldn't handle it and I never wanted to talk to anyone but your father. And everyone knows us ... You know we talk to people so everyone thought I had commit suicide cause one day my dad told me at work our neighbour came to his office and told him "I saw a knife in your front room... Sorry for your loss ..." And Ever since that day I played along being to sad to talk to anyone. Then your dad after awhile got an online job and everyone thought he had run away. The curtains are always closed and no one can see through them. we just were going crazy." She finished.
"OH MOM I MISSED YOU SO MUCH NOW GO TELL EVERYONE YOUR ALIVE AND YOU DIDINT RUN AWAY DAD. " I cried
"Hun it's okay I will... One step at a time " she said wiping my tears
my dad sat there with his head down. Max told us that he had found fish ... Mind you they were old and rotten fish, to survive of off. He was all muddy , and he told us his story. He kept hearing noises of shrieking and found out today it was me. We all were amazed he was still here. He had cuts of were the sharp rocks had hit him falling down and his hair was shaggy and un clean.
"Now mom.... Do you know if we can find out if a dan rosslyon the man who kidnapped us... How long he is in jail for?"I asked
"rosslyon... Mark my old last name...my brother who went crazy his name is Dan...." She whispered.
" mom... He is your brother " I asked
" yes .... He went crazy and said very bad things about the family once and ran away. I guess he found out we had kids and he always has hated kids. So he wanted to take you guys and and hate you and do nasty stuff.." She said covering her face with her hands .
"But why would he get Joyce?"
Max asked
"Well probably wanted to get more kids while he was at it to continue his hate of kids." She said
We worked it all out and got everything settled and finally I asked my last question
"Mom what are we going to do with Joyce... Can we adopt her?" I begged.
"Well I already got that worked out... We are keeping her with us it would be an amazing addition."
I smiled and ran up to my room.
Everything was working out and going smoothly. We were a family again. I was home safe.
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{ 10 years later }
I'm now 23, and me Joyce and my brother decided to go back to the house we lived in and check it out. We entered the old broken abandon house. The floor had big holes in it and I saw the rope we used to get my brother lying outside in the spot we ran to the bus stop to find mom and dad. I opened the door to down stairs and walked down the long narrow stair case pushing away the Cobb webs. There right I front of us was the room I was in all these years and Joyce was in for a few days.
" wow sophie ... Joyce.... How did you survive...." My brother asked
" I don't know " I said looking at the "bed " I went to bed on every cold night. And then looked at all the blood stains on the hard cement floor. Boy was I glad I was brave and I got home some how. I'm safe I said to myself . I've said that to myself ever since I got home. But it's true.... I'm safe. The man Dan who had kidnapped us had been sent to jail for life and had passed away, no one has fixed up the house since. And the woman who helped us is older now... We still are in touch with her to this day. Life's good. We walked out of the house after a bit and looked into the messy van. Finally we got into our car and drove off. And that's my story. Everyone deals with things in life. Some worse than others. All you need to say is life is good and it will be. Look . I'm here now .... And life is good.
