Never Been Found

Let me go

I started my way down the small path I've created over time. Broken limbs on trees, overturned bushes, and boot prints in the dampened earth. Something still felt just wrong. As I continued walking I got to the edge of the woods. Landing in his yard yet again. Yet, this time he was standing outside. Motioning for me to come to him. He never struck me as a weirdo like my mom. So I ran to his porch.

"Zara!" He said ecstatically as he eyed me closely. "So how's the drawing coming?" He questioned.

"Oh, Mr. Anderson! It's finally finished." I cried as I got to the darkly stained wooden steps. As I stood next to him I pulled out my sketch pad. Showing him the shaded picture of him holding the rose. A small smile planted on my lips as I looked up at him. You see he was always like the dad I never had... It's quite sad actually. My dad left after I was born. He couldn't take the responsibility of having a child. So he's long gone by now.

"Zara that's perfect." He hummed. "Hey, let's go inside and I'll make us some sandwiches with lemonade." He smiles his teeth showing, making him look slightly menacing. Almost as if he were up to something.

"Oh. Yeah okay." I smiled, my mouth pursing slightly as I did so. I followed him into his home. Setting my things on one of the chairs by the kitchen table. His house was always so clean and prim. Nothing was out of place. Everything had its own little spot in his house. When something changed or was moved, all hell broke lose. Everything belongs somewhere, everything had a place.

"Hey." He tore me from my thoughts.
"Come on you're not just going to stand there are you?" He questioned standing by the fridge, crossing his arms slowly.

"O-Oh. Of course not... Sorry." Was all I muttered before making my way over to him. Grabbing the bread from off the counter. Him grabbing the sandwich meat and of course the jug of lemonade from the fridge. He chuckled as he moved his left leg behind his form. Kicking the door shut.

"Hey Zara." He whispered as he opened the plastic settled around the bread. Removing four pieces. "If you run down to the basement-..." He cut himself off as he places a piece of ham onto the bread. Centered perfectly. "You could grab some ice from the freezer, couldn't you?" He asked innocently.

"Oh. I mean. Yeah. Yes." I stammered for a moment. "Of course." I spoke softly as I moved away from the counter. And the feeling was back. My stomach dropped and I had butterflies. My heart racing as I slowly made my way to the basement door, being right off of the kitchen. Opening the door I looked down the cement stairs, breathing hard as I flicked the light on. Very cautiously I made my way down the stairs. This doesn't help the fact that I have a major fear of basements. I just shake off my fear as I made it to the final step. Stepping down off of the cement stair, my feet were greeted with more cement only this time it was damp and dirty.

"Are you kidding me." I muttered as I made my way over to the freezer tucked off in the corner. As I stood a foot in front of it I slightly bent forward as I took hold of the cold metal handle. Pulling the lid of the freezer upwards. Grabbing a blue ice tray I turned around to have Mr. Anderson right behind me.

"AHHHHHHHH!" I screamed flailing my arms, causing Ice to go everywhere. He just chuckled and took a few steps to the side. Showing off a hunk of metal sitting on the table. Wait. That's not a hunk of metal. That's... That's me.

"Wh-What the hell is this?" I whispered, pulling on the bottom of my shirt slightly as I approached the metal object.

"I made it for you. Don't you.. Don't you like it Zara. It's a perfect. Just perfect replication of you." He whispered morbidly. I

"What is wrong with you?" I questioned. After the words left my lips I regretted even saying something. All I felt was a hand in my hair and a horrible headache as well as a ringing going through my ears.

P.O.V. Mr. Anderson

        As soon as her words left her lips I couldn't help myself but to grab the back of her hair. On instinct I threw her head forward. I heard the ringing of the material as her head hit on the stomach of the statue. A morbidly, soft smile sat on my lips as she lifted her head slightly, not enough for me to see. Grabbing the sides of her head. I suppose to grab her ears to stop the definite ringing that must be going through her head now.

"Why?" Was all she cried as she looked up at me. My smile slowly fell as I saw the blood dripping from her busted lip. It wasn't bad. Just a small slit in her no longer perfect lips. She just stared at me clearly scared. I couldn't look at her any longer.

"There's water by the freezer in the bucket... Clean your face." I demanded. As soon as she turned to the bucket I ascended up stairs and locked the basement door behind me. When the door locked I return to the kitchen knocked over the bread and meat for the sandwiches. I was done, her face is now ruined and scarred I no longer had any admiration for the person I was once obsessed with. I went into my living room as I heard her ear shrilling screams pleading for me to let her go home... It wasn't happening. As she screamed 'I hate you' I grabbed my China cabinet, the top corner being very dusty, I noticed as I slammed it down on the ground.
*CRASH!!!!*
Is all you heard, and she went quiet.

"I-I need to get her out of here." I muttered. Her mom probably knows she cuts threw my yard. Shit. We need to get out. Now. I ran to the basement door, unlocking it and running downstairs. She was in the corner cowering from me as I approached her.

"We need to get you out of here. Get up!" I commanded. She stood up slowly as I told her to. Walking over to me.

"Good girl." I muttered in her ear. Pressing my body against hers I pushed her against the wall whispering in her ear, "You be good now. I wouldn't want to kill you too early." As I said this I placed hand cuffs on her wrists, as my chest pressed against hers she whimpered and I could feel her heart beat race. I smiled yet again and grabbed the middle chain of the handcuffs. The metal being cold to the touch.

"And you better be quiet." I said as I began dragging her to the basement stairs. Thankfully I don't have neighbors so getting her to the woods would be more than just easy for me. As we walked up the stairs her eyes were glued to her feet. I felt kind of bad... But she was mine now.

P.O.V Zara

He led me up his basement stares. I could help but look at my feet. My mom told me not to. She knew he would do something. Why. Why didn't I listen to her? Now he's taking me somewhere where I have to stay. He knows what to do. Has- has he done this to people before!? Is this what my mom stressed so greatly!?

"Okay. We just need to get to the woods without someone seeing us." He spoke so easily. It was near sickening to me.

"O-Okay." I spoke softly. My eyes still on my feet as I walked. My eyes flickered upwards as I heard his back door slide open. Every creek now turning into something from a horror movie. I hated it. He dragged me outside after he looked both ways, slowly night I add. My feet crunching some dead grass as we walked. Well, fast walked actually. Before I knew it we were in the woods fallowing a path I've never seen. My heart began to race again as I saw a small underground fort. The only thing in it was a chain, he lifted the stick barrier covering the top and shoved me in. I fell into what I'd say is a six foot hole, thankfully what use of my hands I could get I stopped myself from hitting my already tattered face off of the soil. I turned up to face him and he lowered himself into the dirt filled mote and placed the chain around my neck. With one single click a huge lock was around the loop. Holding my neck tightly, I assume he was very afraid of me getting away.

"Good... I'll be seeing you tomorrow my sweet... And don't try anything funny." He chuckled. Raising himself out of the hole and placing the stick, leaf, and mudded covering back onto the hole I now unwillingly reside in now. A small sigh escaped my slightly parted lips as I did my best to sit up. Thankfully the chain held by a simple metal rod in the ground allowed me to sit up slightly. I sob quietly as I pull my knees to my chest.

"I don't understand!!" Was all I screamed before I fell on my side. To make things worse my head was still pounding. My cracked lip has already began to scab over, I did my best not to move it knowing if I break the scab, more blood would definitely flow from my bottom lip. I sighed to myself, sniffling as I began to count. It felt like eternity down here.

"100, 101, 102..." I counted dreading every second, minute, and hour in this hole.