Life After Being Kidnapped

Chapter 1

Going Home

I'm running, why? Because he's going to beat the crap out of me. You're probably wondering, who is 'he' and why does he wants to beat the crap out of me? I'll answer your questions later. My name is Blake Danvers. I have short black hair, which is glued to my forehead by my sweat, bright green eyes, which are filled with fear and possibly paranoia, and tan skin, which is covered in sweat, blood, and bruises. I'm about 6'1 and I don't have much muscle, but I'm not scrawny and wimpy, just a little klutzy, which explains the cuts on my knees, palms, and elbows. I'm 17. I'm having a hard time breathing as I ran in a random direction in the forest. 

My black shirt is sticking to me and my faded blue jeans are ripped. I lost my shoes which were black converse, and I somehow lost my socks, so now, my feet are probably cut up and bleeding from stepping on large rocks and large branches. Now then, your questions: 'he' is the person who kidnapped me when I was five. He wants to beat the crap out of me because I finally escaped from the place that he had me in. I don't know where I am or even what state I'm in. I don't even know if I'm still in America. "Come out, come out wherever you are." John, the man who kidnapped me, called out. I stopped and hid behind a tree to take a breather.

When I had rested completely, I took off again.  I've got to keep moving. I have to get out of this forest and find someone. I thought as I tripped for the millionth time. I got up and started running again. My whole body is aching, but I have to keep going. I don't want to return to that old, beat up, wooden house. There's no air conditioning, the furniture is all ripped up and is falling apart. It smells moldy and there are holes in the floors and walls. There isn't a single bed in it and the only food source is when John goes out and gets food. That's how I escaped. While he was gone, I got out through one of the boarded up windows. 

The house itself is in this forest, so this is how I ended up in the forest. I almost fell flat on my face, when I saw a road. Cars were coming both ways. I ran up to the side and tried to get one of the cars to stop. A police car began to pull over, but he was too late because John finally caught up and started beating the crap out of me. The policemen got out of the car and ran over to us. I ended up blacking out. When I came to, I didn't open my eyes immediately, as there were some people talking. 

"It turns out that the boy is a missing child and has been missing for twelve years." I opened my eyes a little and saw an officer and a doctor. "John, the man we arrested, told us that he picked the kid up in Florida." 

"That poor boy had twelve years of hell. He has bruises covering every inch of his body; old ones and new ones. We did a rape kit and it was negative for fluids." It should be because John never did anything to me. "There weren't any broken or bruised bones." 

"Well, I'm going to try and contact this kid's parents." Good luck with that, because I don't remember them, but there is one person that I do remember; my best and probably only friend Sam. She's probably worried about me, which makes me wonder. Does she remember me? I think about all the good times we had together before I was kidnapped. Now that I think about it, we were inseparable. We were always together and we did everything together. We got in trouble together too.

There's not a day that I don't think about her chocolate brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, her pale, freckled face, her smile and laugh, her hugs, everything. Now I never liked her more than a friend, of course she is my cousin, but for some of you out there that like the idea of two cousins getting together, don't get the wrong idea because thinking of her helped me get through the hard times I experienced when I was with John. The police officer and the doctor finally noticed that I was awake. "Mr. Danvers, I'm going to ask you some questions, is that okay?"