I woke up in a hospital bed for the second time in a row, but this time no one I knew was there, "Hey, um what is your name ma'am?" the police officer who saved me asked, "Am, Iris Teller." I told the police officers nervously, "Mrs. Teller, we finally found you!" The police officer said with a smile, "My name is Mr. Felon, it's nice to finally meet you, where is Mrs. Swell?" he asked, "Well, officer I last seen her being beaten by are kidnapper Rick, he changed his name to Joe." "That Rick, is in a lot of trouble, am his Uncle." I was shocked, and started to get out of bed, "Don't worry, Mrs. Teller, we're here to help solve the crime." "But the crime was closed." I said give him a look of confusion, "Were-, Well it was opened again." he said with a grim looking smile, soon he removed his mustache and wig, and I screamed "RICK!" I screamed and tried to run to the door, I then noticed his hands were covered in some substance, "YOU MURDER!" "She reported me, just like you did Lucy!" "Where did you put the police officer at the desk," "I told him I was your father, and you're a lunatic." he said with a evil laugh. I started to pray for the lord to save me, as he dragged me to the window and started to open it, right when he was about to push me out the window, a lady busted in to the room, she screamed, I knew right away she was a nurse, she had golden locks and quickly called for a police officer, soon enough a guy came storming in, right then, Rick pushed me, I screamed. Then I knew the lord was on my side, my hand was on a ledge, now I was hanging for my dear life from a 50 feet tall building. A patient screamed as I dangled from the ledge in front of there window and called for help. All that ran through my head was why I couldn't live a normal live in the small town of Ohio, then I slowly started to fall, I screamed, but then the man who came upstairs grabbed me and pulled me indoors. I praised the lord as this happened, I knew that the lord definitely was watching over me. But then all the happiness faded, when Joe stormed into the room and picked me up and ran just like he did that day so long ago, "Help me!" I screamed and he threw me into his car and we were off again, the case was back up again. "Superstition" played as we drove speeding down the highway through California, we were going to Canada, Rick told me, and I knew I had to escape for right when we hit the border rick would be free and I would never have rights again. I needed another miracle to save me, I prayed and soon enough the car popped a tire on a piece of metal. "YOU DID THIS!" Rick Screamed at me and smacked me, "HEY I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU NOT TO SMACK WOMEN!" it could not be, I thought to myself, the man in South Carolina, was the man who yelled at Rick for a second time, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, OLD MAN!" Rick Punched the man and I screamed "STOP RICK!" it was too late and next thing I knew I was out cold.
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SpiritualThe year, 1961, the hip years people would say, but for 15 year old Iris, it's far from that when she is kidnapped and all she can live on is a prayer.
