My Kidnapper

Chapter 2

"GET UP!" I heard someone yell. 

It must've been in the middle of the night right now. I completely forgot where I was so I ignored it. Next thing I knew, my body was flipped over and I was on the floor.

I looked up to see him holding the mattress in his hand. I just dropped my head back down on the floor and tried to go back asleep. "Nicki, don't make me tell you again."

"FINE." I yelled at him. 

He got a look of anger on his face. He threw the mattress back down to where it was and came face to face with me. I looked at him like he was stupid. Is this how he was trying to scare me?

"Can you get out of my face" I said pushing his chest away. He grabbed my wrist and tightened his grip around it.

"Don't you ever touch me bitch." Did I hear that correctly? I let out an angry laugh. 

"My name is Nicki" I said snatching my arm from him. "Don't call me out of my name." 

"I can call you whatever name I want BITCH", he yelled the last word. Then he pushed me with full force, making me hit a shelf on the wall. I felt the blood coming down my head.

My vision was blurry but I saw him walking out. He went from being nice, to throwing me around like a rag doll. I held my hand against my head and stayed on the wall.

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I guess I had fallen asleep because I was awoken by footsteps. His footsteps to be exact. He opened the door and widened his eyes before rushing over to me.

"What happened?! Why is your head bleeding?", he asked sounding worried. So he throws me against the wall, goes to bed, and wakes up not remembering?

"You kind of pushed me and I hit my head on the shelf", I said with attitude.

"I would never do that! I wouldn't do anything to hurt you" he said.

"So you don't remember anything?" I asked.

"I remember going to bed then waking up to check on you. Then I see you have a bleeding head. I'll go get you a wet towel." he said leaving.

What is wrong with this guy? He came back with the towel and put it up to the back off my head. I flinched from the pain but it started getting better.

After sitting there a while I asked "So are you going to let me go anytime soon?"

"No, I didn't plan on it, I don't want you to leave me just yet, but I promise that I won't hurt you.. I only get mad if you don't listen to me..." he trailed off. What did I do to deserve this any of this, I'm a good kid you know?

"Am I supposed to sit here all day and do nothing?" I asked. 

"Nah, I have a pool in the back if you wanted to go for a swim."

"I don't had anything to swim in" I said looking down at myself.

"You have on a bra and underwear right?" I nodded. "There you go." He took me downstairs to the back door and opened it. There was a medium sized pool that went to 8 feet.

I walked over to it and he stood behind me so I looked at him. "Oh, you want me to go?" I nodded again. And finally I was alone even though I knew he was still watching me.

I quickly took off the large shirt I had on and jumped in the deep side. Then I thought of something. Maybe I can pretend that I drowned and he'll think I'm dead.

He would take me to the hospital and I could finally go back home. I continued to hold my breath but he wasn't coming. After 30 seconds I REALLY was about to drown because I had no more air.

I heard a loud splash and I got picked up from behind. Awh! His abs and muscles... I felt them. I let out tiny breaths that wasn't loud enough to hear.

"Nicki?!" he yelled into my ear. I didn't say anything. I made my body seem lifeless.

"Come on. I know you're not dead.", he said. I still didn't move, hoping the plan would still work. "Fine then. I'll just have to bury you with the rest." That's when I shot up.

"IM ALIVE. IM ALIVE.", I shouted. I heard him chuckle and he put me in his arms bridal style. He carried me over to one of the pool chairs and laid me out. It was freezing outside! I started hovering and my teeth were chattering.

"Are you cold" he asked. What kind of stupid question was that? You see me shaking!

"No shit Sherlock" I mumbled. An angry look caught his eye once again. He pulled me up by my arms and forced me up the stairs. He pushed me onto the mattress and climbed on top of me.

"When are you going to learn to control that mouth Nicki?", he whispered in my ear. He put his hands behind my back and started to unhook my bra.

"No! I was joking!" I said loudly.

"We don't joke in my house, obviously you need to be taught a lesson." he smirked. He pulled my underwear down in one quick move.

"Wait! You promised you wouldn't hurt me!" I yelled. He looked at me like I was crazy.

I would never say some shit like that, I took you here for a reason", he said. He tried to open my legs but I wouldn't let him do it. He slapped my thigh, hard, making me loosen up. He forced my leg open and looked at me with an evil look on his face.

I felt completely embarrassed and exposed. I was not about to get raped. Not today, not ever. He began zipping his pants down but it got stuck. Coincidence right? I made a run for it and went into his room and got under the bed.

Stupid idea. Everyone knows that you always get found under there! The killer walks away and right when you think he's gone, he pulls you from under the bed. I'm going to die. I saw his feet at the doorway and he just stood there.

"I know you're under the bed. I see your shadow" he said. Shit. "I'm gonna give you five seconds to get from under there or I'll get you myself. I climbed out from under it and stood at the edge of the bed.

He walked towards me and when he got to where I was, I kicked him in the leg. It didn't seem to effect him. It only made him more pissed. He pushed me onto his bed and once again forced my legs open.

His zipper opened easily this time and he pulled himself out. No! He positioned himself at my entering and that's when I started crying. I started kicking and squirming all around but his weight was too heavy.

"PLEASE DONT DO THIS. I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT don't rape me please, I'm begging you!" I pleaded.

"You should've thought about that before you back talked", he said sternly. I was not about to give up. I gave him a nice hard kick to the chest and he hit the closet behind him. He looked at me first raged, but then saddened.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean t-" I didn't even want to hear it. I ran to the bathroom and sat with my back against the door then locked it. He was banging on the door begging for me to come out.

"Nicki I'm sorry, please come out!" he shouted. He did this repeatedly giving me a huge headache. I got up and looked in his medicine cabinet to see if he had any pain killers.

All I saw was lots of orange pill bottles. You know, like the ones you get from your doctor. I looked at the label.

Multiple Personality Disorder.

Well that explains his constant mood changes. This is why he'd be nice, then mean, then a complete sex freak. I wonder how many people he was?

Two, I'm guessing.

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