Kidnapped

Chapter 3

I wake up to the feeling of a super hot rag on my forehead. I shoot up, rubbing my head from the pain that was inflicted. "Oh! Thank God you're okay!" my classmate Jessy says happily. Wait? I wasn't kidnapped? I'm brought into a bone crushing hug by Jessy. I hug back, not really knowing what to say. I will never look at Mr. Bogers the same...

This time, I'm woken up by a sharp pain to my left cheek. I shoot up in the bed and fall off. I look up into the cold eyes of Luke's wife. Great. Her long nails explain how she drew blood. I can feel it dripping down my cheek and I can see the blood on her fingers nails.

I glare at her and stand up. I begin to push her out. I slam the door and mumble incoherent things. There's a loud huff and then the clicking of her annoying heels on the stairs. I roll my eyes. A few minutes later, I hear my name being called from downstairs, "Lucy!" Shit, I just screwed up so bad.

I roll my eyes and groan. I open the door and trudge down the steps. I walk into the room to see Chloe serving Luke. "What?" I ask, annoyed. I have no idea where this sudden burst of confidence is coming from, but it's sure to get me in trouble.

I watch as Luke's wife approaches. When she gets close enough, she slaps me. She even draws more blood. I wince in pain, but more confidence rises as hurt and anger seep into me. I slap her back, causing her to fall to the ground by the new contact. I see that I left a pretty large and dark red hand print. I'm definitely going to regret this later.

I can see Chloe smiling from the corner of my eye. Luke is looking at me, gob smacked. I roll my eyes and face him. "If you need me, 'Sir', I will be in my room. Goodbye," I say angrily. I storm out of the room, glaring at Luke's wife before going up the stairs. Luke is going to kill me and I can feel myself panicking after my stupid escapade of confidence.

Chloe comes in late that night. It's at least 3:00 am before she finally walks in. I hadn't gone to sleep because I was wondering where she was and my panic was still there. What if Luke punishes me somehow? I suddenly hear a loud, ear piercing shriek. Chloe and I run to the window to see one of the sisters being beaten violently in front of the other.

Luke is laughing like a hyena. I shudder as I see blood splattering everywhere, covering him and his wife, who's holding one of the twins in place. It's too dark to see what's going on much. I start to become frustrated. Tears stream down my face as my heart pounds. This is absolutely insane. Luke is out there killing someone. My stomach lurches and I feel like I'm gonna throw up. I rush into the bathroom and vomit, my chest heaving.

When I feel like I'm done, I start screaming. I scream and scream until I'm out of breath and my throat hurts. I start hitting the toilet seat, frustration crushing me. Arms suddenly wrap around me and hold me in place. I continue to thrash around, trying to get out of the person's strong hold. I become frustrated and throw myself down as a last resort. My sobs rake through me as I lean into the person's chest. I look up to see David with his eyes closed, a sad and angry expression on his face.

He keeps comforting me until I stop crying. I look around the room. I stand up and flush the toilet. David passes me some mouthwash and I take it gratefully. When we step back into the room, I draw the curtains, not wanting to look out and see the horrendous scene below. What if this is my fault? What if he has a carrying capacity or something? Guilt lingers on top of all of my emotions.

When we're finished, I keep my eyes on the floor. I can hear David moving forward. "Are you okay?" he asks quietly.

I have to ask, "Why did you do that? You knew I would get in trouble if Luke saw, yet you helped me. Why?" I rush out. He just ignores me as Chloe walks in.

"Is she..." I trail off, not wanting to say it.

"Yeah, her sister is in her room crying her eyes out," Chloe says quietly.