I opened my eyes and looked around. I was still in this pedophile's van. I began to scream at the top of my lungs.
"SHUT UP YOU LITTLE-" he stopped himself from finishing his sentence.
He stopped the van and I waited for him to open the doors, I was planning to make a run for it. As, the doors opened I jumped out, and started to run, but he grabbed me first, and repeatedly punched me. I tried to scream and thrash around, but I couldn't.
The wind was knocked out of me, and I was struggling to breath, we he grabbed my hair and started to drag me into his house. My scalp was aching, and my gut was on fire. I could still feel every punch.
"LET ME GO!" I screamed as I regained my breath.
I guess he had other thoughts.
He kicked me in my shin and I fell to the ground. He began to kick my sides, and I thought his foot was going to go through my stomach. Suddenly, he stopped as the tears began to roll down my cheeks.
He picked me up and I thrashed around trying to get out of his grip. He opened a door that let to the basement, and set me on my feet. He pushed me down the stairs, and with every tumble, I was sure of death. I hit the ground and started to scream.
"GET UP!" He commanded.
I tried to pull myself up, but I couldn't. I was shaking so hard. He decide just to drag me by my hair instead. He opened a door and pulled me on to a bed. He took his hand away, and clumps of hair came with it. Horrible thoughts ran through my head. Is this real? Will I ever return to my family whom I love so much?
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Gone
Bí ẩn / Giật gânKate Anderson, was walking home from school one day, and was never seen again. Everyone thinks Kate is gone forever, but is she really? This is the story of Kate Anderson, who is a missing person. It is in perspective, everything as seen through her...