Forget about me

Monday October 5th, 2015

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"Allison, come down for breakfast!" my mother shouted as I heard the sound of eggs frying and toast popping from inside the toaster. Ugh, today's Monday, I have school today. I, as tired as I was, got up and turned to my closet to find clothes for the day. Today I decided to wear one of my long pairs of yoga pants and a tight fit pink long-sleeve shirt. Then I tiredly got ready and ate my scrambled, and still warm, toast with jam on the top. Finley and Jacob were still asleep in their room while I had gone out to school. I hugged my mom goodbye and grabbed my black and green backpack and left.

As I walked slowly down the street to the bus stop, I realized, a black pick up truck had been slowly following me for quite a while now. I thought nothing of it so I just decided to speed up my walk a little and just keep going. However, the pick up sped up as I did, now this worried me. What the hell are they doing, and who are they? Then to my surprise, one man jumped from the pick up and started to walk closely behind me. I had no idea who this tall man was following me so I decided to run. Being in track, I could run at a pretty fast pace. The man behind me though, must also have been in some sort of running sport because he had caught up to me and forcefully spun me around to face himself. Oh crap, who is this and what does he want! I thought as he spoke.
"Get in the car or else I will shoot you"
As I tried to get away, his grip on my shoulder got tighter. Once I realized I couldn't get away, I had to follow him to the car.
"Get in the trunk"
he spoke in his raspy deep voice.
It didn't surprise me that nobody saw this as I did live in the country part of the town. Once we were standing at the back of the truck, he stroked my long brown hair and then tied my wrists as tight as he could get them. He had also tied a gag around my mouth so I would keep quiet, then tied my ankles as tight as my wrists.

     I could feel the truck slowly start moving. Then knowing I couldn't escape, because I had also left my phone on my night stand, I started to weep. What would mom think? What would dad, Finley, and Jacob do? I had run away before, so that didn't help my situation. Would they call the police, or just not care about me anymore. Nobody cares! NOBODY! At that point in time I was sobbing. After about 3 hours, I decided to just sleep. It must have been a day because I sat there for at least 12 hours after my nap. Then the truck stopped.