CHANGE ME [DISCONTINUED]

29. "Red is a good color for you, Dollface."

Daisyrae:

I slowly bent down to pick up the piece of paper that had fell at my feet. Even holding it in my hands, it felt so surreal. I stared at the picture long and hard, puzzled by the way whoever this was got it.

In my hand, I held a picture of both me and my mother in her car. This was taken the day we went shopping after church, I remember because she was wearing that ugly scarf that she always wore on Sunday. The both of us wore bright smiles on our faces, if I remember correctly she had just said something funny about the old ladies that were sitting behind us that day.

I furrowed my eyebrows, looking back at the picture again. I slowly turned it around, seeing that there was a message written on the back.

'Thought you'd want these back.' I slowly began to lift my head, becoming eye level with my open locker. Inside rested my brown combat boots, the same ones I wore that night that man took me. Instantly, my heart sped up and my breath hitched in my throat. It all started to make sense.

The reason that man said I've grown. The reason why he looked so familiar. His dark eyes, the deep voice, the way he didn't care if he was hurting me. He was the one. He was the one that raped my mother.

I tried my hardest to fight off the tears that were trying to surface, but I couldn't help it. Images of that night flashed through my brain rapidly. It felt like it was all happening right then. Everything sounded so real. The screams, the cursing, the cries, the begging. I needed to get out of here.

Without even thinking, I bolted out of the school and onto the sidewalk. For some odd reason, I still had the paper clutched in my fist. My vision was blurred from the tears that were spilling out. I didn't know where I was going, but I had to get away from there.

I couldn't believe what was happening. How did this man find me?! Was he planning on coming to hurt me and my mother. I knew he was still bad because he kidnapped me, but why now? Why after seven years. Why did he want to hurt me now? Why did he want hurt me at all? I never did anything to him.

Loud beeps pulled me out of my thoughts. My gaze quickly snapped up, seeing a dark red van. I squinted my eyes a bit, so I could get a better look at the car that was in front of me. I didn't even know I was standing in the street.

The car began to back up, turning a bit and speeding forward. I don't know what cross the driver's mind, but he began to slow down. Once he was pulled up beside me, the passenger's window rolled down, revealing the face that I become so terrified of.

Staring right at me was that Green Eyed boy and driving the car was Mr. Douche. Green Eyes wore a sinister smile, but he didn't speak. He just leaned back and the other man moved forward so he was looking at me. I had no clue why I wasn't running, I should be running right now. I couldn't, though. My feet wouldn't move. It was like they were glued to the street.

"Hey, red. I see you got my gift," He grinned, nodding his head up and down. I watched in fear as his eyes racked up and down my body, snapping back to my face after. "Watch over Jason for me. Love the hair, by the way." He grinned, before the tinted window rolled up and the both sped down the street, leaving me with a sick feeling in my stomach and tightness in my chest.