Quick note: Sorry if this is a cruddy chapter, I'm exhausted.
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“Welcome home, Anastasia.”
The man, who I do not yet have a name for, opens my door, his face full of his deluded fantasy. He undoes my foot bound and yanks me to my feet before I even have the chance to kick him in the face, which was my plan. He pulls on my wrist band to make sure it’s tight, and for the first time I realized it was one of those zip tie things. I remember hearing once that there was away you could get lose from them. But right now, my mind was too foggy and it hurt too much to recall something that I might have read long ago. I read it because I knew it was important. But then again, I clearly didn’t think it was too important or I might remember it now when I need it.
“Don’t try to run again.” The man says. Again? I never got the chance.But I shake it off, thinking that it may be part of his sick delusion. But either way, I know he’s serious about the running thing, because he brushes back his jacket purposefully to reveal his gun.
For a moment, I’m terrified of getting shot. It just seems like an absolute horrible way to die. Then, I think for a moment and realize that I should try and run, and possibly die. Because its probably better than what he has awaiting me inside the nice two story house in front of us.
I glance around, trying to brush it off like I was just looking around out of curiosity, but in reality I’m scoping it out. Or at least I am for a moment, before I realize that if I were to run that there is nowhere to actually run to. The two story is surrounded my fields of grass, short little pokey, recently mowed grass. But who cares, honestly, the idea was likely a suicide mission anyways.
But that doesn’t stop me. After counting to three as we walk forward, I kick my leg up. And although it doesn’t make contact with where I intended, it’s enough to get him to loosen his hold from me a moment and for me to run, run as fast as someone without use of their arms can. I couldn’t scream, which would have helped a great deal, but I had what I had. And my legs were strong from my once a day runs.
But not strong enough, clearly.
Because before I was even aware of what was happening, I was pinned to the ground, the gun at my head. “Where you running to, Anie? There’s nowhere for you to go. Now let’s get you inside, because I promise, if you try and run again I’ll be forced to shoot this bullet into that brilliant brain of yours. And I just, it’s something I don’t want to do.”
As he once again forces me up and standing, I feel pain in my leg, immense pain. A moan comes from me before I can stop it. “See what you did, love, you hurt yourself!” He sighs, picking me up and carrying me to the front door, despite me trying to get him away by kicking my good leg at his face. When we are at the front door, finally, he drops me, once again grabbing my arms, hard. He takes several keys out and unlocks about five locks with a key and five by one of those locks that you’d expect to find on the inside of the door, not the outside. I figured he probably had more locks that had to be unlocked with a key on the inside. Probably to keep whoever was inside from getting out.
I’m aware that I will likely be that person soon trapped inside, and suddenly I feel too many emotions at once, and I realize that if I walk in that door, I probably won’t be coming out. But, as he shoves me inside, I realize that I can’t run, I can’t do anything, that I’m stuck. And at that point, all I can feel is a pain so immense, and a terror that is so real.
I don’t know what to do.
“Mia!” The man calls as soon as we are inside, and I realize that he’s not calling me another name, no, he’s calling to someone else. Probably that girl he was talking about. And suddenly I feel sick, thinking that he will probably have some creeper wife who shares the same delusions and likes to torture eighteen year old females.
So you can imagine my surprise as I see a girl who can’t be more than six years old, barreling down the hall before finding her place in the now gunless mans arms. “Daddy!”
Daddy? I think, surprised. That one I didn’t see coming. And the next thing he says, I can honestly say I didn’t see coming either. “Look who I brought! I found Mommy!”
My eyes gaped. Mommy? What the hell was going on here?
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No One Will Know
Mystery / ThrillerIt was Addison's birthday and she was packing up and leaving home. Leaving only a note behind, that decision may haunt her when she is abducted from a gas station. Will she survive? And will anyone even know she was missing?
