Broken Inside

Chapter 11

Immediately we jumped in the car. I looked back, but I didn't see my father. I was confused, why wasn't he following me and my mom? I mean that's a good thing! But still, I was confused. Wouldn't he follow me? Oh well, I should just be thankful he's not.

"Here, drink some tea! I remember when daddy, you and I would sit out in the front porch, in Mississippi, drinking my 'homemade' iced tea. I miss that. Then your dad lost your job and we eventually couldn't afford much. We divorced and I left. I thought he could get a job and afford stuff for you and him without me."

I took a sip of the tea. I really liked it.

"Mom, you should've stayed and got a job! I've missed you! I love you..." I faded off, because I was getting sleepy. Very sleepy. I eventually passed out.

I woke up with my hands and feet tied, and my mouth duct-taped shut. I had read somewhere that if you keep licking the duct-tape it will fall off. (idk if its true but take notes) After a few minutes the tape fell off. I looked around before screaming. I was in a car. Though I was in blankets I could tell where I was. I could hear the rumbling of the tires against the road. The honking of angry drivers. And of my parents talking and laughing. I wasn't in the trunk, I was actually in the back seat. Keeping quiet. This was actually relaxing. I know what you're thinking. HOW ON EARTH IS BEING KIDNAPPED RELAXING??!! Well I didn't want to cause noise, or my parents would drug me again. So I just drifted off to sleep to the calming noises of the car. 

I woke up in a dark room. There was no noise. I looked around and I saw no one. I was all alone. I heard the noise of the ceiling fan. I looked around and saw a window. It wasn't large, but it was letting in enough light to look around a bit. As I looked around, I discovered I was not alone. A little girl, about 13 years old, was sitting in the corner. Fast asleep. I slowly went over to her. 

"Hey, wake up!" I whispered. She jumped.

"Shhhhh, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." I told her.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" she asked me. 

"I don't know. I think my mom drugged me."

"Oh my gosh." she whispered.

"What?"

"That also happened to me. My mom, her name is Julie,"

"My mom's name is Julie. My dad's name is Robert."

"Mine too. What's your full name?"

"Kylie Amelia Taylor. What's yours?"

"Kasandra Indy Taylor. People call me Kit. But please call me Kassie. Do people call you Kat?"

"Yes. Some do. But call me what ever you want."

We talked for an extremely long time. I was enjoying Kassie's company. She was a sweet little girl. Apparently she lived with Mom. She was my sister, and I loved her.

A man barged in. My dad. I screamed and ran into the corner. But he caught me before I could get away. He pulled me up to his chest. I could smell the stench of alcohol in his breath. Tears streamed down my face. No words came out of my mouth.

I couldn't do anything, and neither could Kassie. 

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