Kidnapped

Chapter 10

Time. I think I've lost track of it in all honesty. It could have been months that have passed, it could have been years. All I know is that time has passed and I have no way of knowing how much. It was summer when I was kidnapped and we've been through a few different seasons already. At this point, I'm just going with it because in the end, I'll end up dead and it won't matter anyways. I'm tired of thinking, I'm tired of trying, I'm tired of being hurt. I'm just so tired of everything. It's all so overwhelming and eventually, I'm gonna give up.

But for now, I don't. These girls need a little bit of hope and I can't ruin what small piece of it they have left by letting myself go. I can't do that to them. I won't.

The girls all talk among themselves while I quietly step outside. I walk up and down the hall and stop at one of the rooms when I hear movement inside. I push the door open. While walking in, there's a quiet shuffling sound. Still, I can't pinpoint exactly where it came from.

I look around the room and it's empty from what I can see. Then, there's more shuffling. I check in the bathroom and it's empty. I frown, wondering where the sound was coming from. That is, until it sounds again from what seems to be under the bed. I squat down and look under. There sat Luke's adopted daughter, Danielle. She looks scared; absolutely terrified.

"Danielle..." I say, staring at her. I had forgotten about her. How could I have missed her? She's the one I'm scared for most because she's so young. "Come here, Danielle," I say, reaching my hand out to bring her to me. She shys away from me.

"Who are you?" She asks quietly, her voice wavering.

"My name is Lucy. I was kidnapped by your foster father a while back. Come on now, I won't hurt you. I promise." I tell her soothingly. I don't even bother to tell her anything different. She has to understand that what her father is doing is wrong. She reaches out for my hand and I help pull her out. She instantly throws herself into my arms and cries. She must have realized what her foster father has been doing. I can only imagine what she's thinking at this point.

"Come on." I stand up with her still clutching onto me. I hold her up as I walk to the door. Nobody is coming so I quickly make my way to the last door on the right; the room I was in just a few minutes ago.

When I walk in, I hear several gasps. "Who's room is the last one on the left?" I ask, looking around expectantly. Carla and Mandy raise their hands slowly. "Danielle here, was under the bed. Care to explain?" I say, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Oh! That explains the missing food!" Mandy exclaims, putting emphasis on 'that'. I can't help but smile. Danielle was definitely a smart girl, that's for sure. But how has she avoided Luke? The girl's reactions make it seem like they haven't seen her in quite a while. Still, I'm sure that Luke just doesn't care. Despite how terrible it sounds, her adoption was probably just for show.

"Well, Danielle was under your bed. She looked really scared." I reiterate, becoming serious again.

"Danielle, where have you been?" Mandy asks, looking at her with sadness.

"Under your bed..." Danielle trails matter-of-factly.

"Come on. Let's get you cleaned up," Emma says, reaching for Danielle.

Danielle crawls into Emma's arms and they leave to the bathroom. I suppose Emma stays with her because doesn't come back, even when the water starts running.

I'm about to go help when someone walks into the room. Luke looks at all of us and then smirks. His eyes trail over everyone and land on me. "Get over here," He demands. I stay put which just makes his smirk grow wider, to my surprise. I thought he'd be angry for my disobeying him in front of the other girls. Still, someone had to do it and I had a feeling that Luke wouldn't kill me.

He grabs my arm painfully hard and yanks me towards him. I have to suppress the whimper that tries to erupt in my throat. There are definitely going to be bruises later. He drags me to the room across the hall; his room. "Get dressed. Take a shower. There's make up in the bathroom. We're going out." He says, smirking.

All I can do is stand there and look at him in disgust. He leaves the room and I look around. As I walk into the bathroom, I see that there is make up in a small case and some clothes. Sighing, I strip off my clothes and slip into the shower.

The hot water runs down my back and it causes a burning sensation to rise. After I get used to the temperature, I put some shampoo in my hair. I massage it into my hair and then added conditioner after rinsing out the shampoo. The entire time in the shower while I do my normal routine, my head is flooded with annoying thoughts. How could I have let this happen again? Why does Luke like me so much anyways? What's going to happen to Danielle? It's giving me a headache.

After I step out of the shower, I pull on my undergarments and then slip into the black dress that was left for me. It fits perfectly around me, despite the large amount of weight I've lost from not eating. A golden earring set is left for me and I put those in. Some gold shoes were left, too. I slip into them and start to do my makeup.

I apply some black eyeshadow and then black eyeliner, making it go out in a wing like I usually do with my makeup. I add some vanilla lip gloss. Turning around in the mirror, I survey myself. It's the first time that I feel normal; like I haven't been kidnapped.

I turn to do my hair. It's already wavy and pulled to the side like usual. Deciding to leave it, I walk out after blow drying it. When I enter the room, Luke is waiting there in a casual outfit. "Ready?" He asks, smiling. It almost seems genuine.

"Do I have a choice?" I ask annoyed. However, I already know the answer to that.

"Nope," He says, popping the 'p'. I roll my eyes, but approach him nonetheless. What was this supposed to be, a date?

He holds out a beige small side bag. I take it from him and put it on my shoulder. He grabs my hand and I leave my fingers limp. This makes him holding my hand more awkward for him. I hear him huff as he drags me to his car. He gets in on his side and this time I huff, sitting in the passenger seat. I cross my arms and frown, staring ahead.

A few of the questions that swarm through my mind are, why was he being so nice and where were we going?

This couldn't end well for me at all.