Can't Escape

Chapter 9

(That girl in the picture is Chelsea)

::Alejandro::

I didn't want to do it. I didn't want to hurt Rain. But Damien told me to do it. I fucking hate Damien. He's my alter ego that I can't seem to get rid of. Nothing worked. No matter what I did, Damien stayed, or came back.

Damien is my inner demon. My rage. My murderer side. My lustful side, also. Those rules that I put out for Rainee was Damien. He was the whole reason why I kidnapped Rainee. I would never want to take Rainee's virginity. But if I go easy on her, Damien will come out. And he'll be here to stay.

An idea suddenly came into my head. I left some hot pockets, mango juice, fudge rounds, mayo, ham and bread in a refridgerator in Rainee's room, while she was asleep. I got my keys and left. I made the door so that it would only lock on the outside, with a key.

I bought a plane ticket and flew back to Los Angeles. As soon as I got there, I noticed missing signs all over the city. Missing signs of...Rainee.

The signs read: Missing 18 - year-old girl. Name: Rainee Mariah Anaé Carter. Born on: 05/12/1997. Last seen on: 07/13/15. If seen, or found, please call Rachel Carter at 555-555-5555.

Ha. Good luck with finding her, Rachel. She's with me. I suddenly remembered that I hacked a phone conversation between Rainee and Chelsea about a club that was supposed to open today. Based on my observations, Chelsea was the greatest friend a girl could have. I didn't think she would actually go, but I decided to check anyways. I knew that it took 6 hours and 24 minutes to drive to San Francisco. Its 10:05 in the morning. I bought a new 2015 Mercedez Benz, because I preferred to not get a rental.

I began to wonder, what would I do if Chelsea was not at the club? But I would have to decide that when I get there. I went to a nearby Walmart to buy food for my long drive. While I was there, I saw Chelsea in the candy aisle, tallking to someone on the phone.

"I miss her so bad! But I've been wanting to go to that for two months! You're right, Mom. I won't go. Bye, Mom."

Chelsea shoved her phone into her purse. She then grabbed a bunch of Snickers, Reesee Cups, and Twixs.
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I was glad I would't have to drive to San Fransciso. I remembered that I had a mini tracker in my pocket, that I forgot to place on Rainee. While Chelsea was turned around, I threw it into her long bright red hair.

It is so tiny that you can't see it in the hair. Only if you are actually holding it. It latches onto the scalp, but you can't feel it. Thanks, Chelsea. You just made my plan a lot easier.

::Rainee::

I was glad that Alejandro hadn't come back into this room. I like this solitude. I don't have to look at his irritating face. But why did he leave? You know what? I don't fucking care. He can STAY gone and never come back.

I heard my stomach rumble, due to my hunger. Alejandro set ALL my favorite foods on a table in this room. Why does he have to be so fucking creepy? I'm glad I won't end up with stockholm syndrome, though. How the hell can anyone do that? I got off the bed and wobbled over to the table. My legs were sore and they burn, from all the whipping.

I got up and made a ham and mayo sandwich. Surprisingly, there weren't any drugs or "mind control potions". I began to stare at the ceiling again. My eyes began to water. I miss my mom. I miss daddy. I miss my home. I want to go back. I cried my eyes out. I can't hold back anymore. I can't! Damn you, Alejandro.

::Alejandro::

It's 10:00 p.m., now. I've been in my hotel watching wedding shows, to get a good idea on a wedding idea for Rainee and I. I've been thinking about a wedding at the beach behind my mansion. I was thinking of what dress she would wear, what bridesmaid dress chelsea would wear...everything. It sounded so wonderful. I got off my bed and began to get my stuff ready. I walked down the halls of the hotel, and went to the lobby to check out.

Here I come, Chelsea. I got into my car and checked for Chelsea's location. She's walking to a park. At ten p.m....I saved it to my GPS. I drove to the Silver Lake Meadow park. (This is a real park btw)Chelsea was sitting on the swings, looking at something on her phone. I got out my own phone so I didn't look TOO suspicious.

::Chelsea::

I was looking at a picture of Rainee and I, holding hands. Rainee was smiling, but I was glaring. We were at her parent's wedding, when we were just 11. She had her brown hair in a perfect bun, and my formerly blonde hair was in spirals. Rainee wore a diamond and silver headdress, while I had a rose crown on my head.

I was jealous because Rainee's headdress cost her parents $2,500, while my rose crown was just $15.00. Rainee's dress was made of real silk, with real diamonds on the waist and cost $10,000, while mine was made of the usual dress cloth. It was about $500, and had cubic zirconia on the hems. Rainee got to wear little girl heels, too. They were two inches high! I had on basic flats.

I thought that Rainee was valuable, while I felt worthless. But Rainee wasn't mean, or conceited, like I thought she would be. She offered her dress to me after the wedding but I refused and told her I was happy with what I had on. After that, we started talking more, and became best friends.

::Alejandro::

I selected the option, "insert knock-out serum", on my phone. Chelsea then dropped her phone, and fell to the ground, unconscious. I got off the bench and quickly hoisted Chelsea on my shoulder and carried her to my car. Fortunately, there were side effects to the serum. It renders most of the body to be temporarily paralyzed, up to the beginning of the neck. The voice box will work, but it will be too low for anyone to hear.

The effect lasts 24 hours, or until I inject her with the cure. But I won't be doing that until we get back to New Mexico. It means she'll be in the backseat for about 13 hours. But nobody will know because my windows are tinted. I laid Chelsea in the backseat in a sleeping position, and placed a purple cover on her.

I got into the front seat and turned the ignition. And I pulled off.

11 hours later...

::Chelsea::

All I could hear was the car engine. My eyes were practically glued shut. The song, "One way or another", was playing. It was funny because I'm pretty sure I'm being kidnapped.

"It looks like you're conscious now, Chelsea, " a male voice said.

How does this guy know my name?! I certainly don't recognize his voice! I tried to speak, but all that came out was a low, mouse-like squeak. I tried to move. Couldn't do that either.

"You won't be able to move your body, or speak, until the 24 hours are over, or when I give you the cure. But don't worry. My fiancée is waiting on you. She'll certainly be happy to see you."

His fiancée?! Who's that?! Is it...who I THINK it is?!

Rainee?!