The Missing

6. Jenna

Jenna's POV

Ever since we got taken I've been so down on myself. It was finally going well for me. Everyone at this new school thought I was so cool, now I'm stuck in the basement of this mans house and it is all my fault. I shouldn't have said yes. Being late was way better than being here. At least I'd be able to see my friends again, and my family. Hell, at least I'd be able to see anyone other than this horrid man. 

When the creep comes down stairs he brings me a drink. I look at him with a hateful glare and he just looks back at me. "Why are you giving that face to me?" He asks putting the drink on the floor. "You know, I could've killed you and your sister, but I'd be missing out on all the fun." He says with a small smile.

"You're sick." I spit at him.

"And you're mine," he tells me, "you just have to face the fact that you will not be going home." He walks over to me. "They didn't come the first day, or the first week. You better enjoy your stay." He says grabbing my chin to make me look at him. "Your sister listens better than you." He says looking into my eyes. He slaps me hard across the face. "You will learn to listen and if you don't it will result in yours and your sisters death." He says and walks out.

I lay on the floor and cry. What did I do so wrong to deserve this?

Right now all that is keeping me from dying is hope and I'm slowly losing that too.I want to live to see my family again. I dont want to be here where I'm locked away and abused. 

I get mad at myself everyday for excepting the offer from this man, because that is the only thing parents always tell you about kidnapping. Well, that and don't take their candy. My mom will be so disappointed in me, if I ever see her again.

It's super boring in this house. I was in a rush the morning that we were taken, maybe if I had my phone I could've called the police and we could be home. 

~~The next day~~

When I wake up I see the man standing at the door with tape and a belt. He comes over and I scream out loud, causing him to get even more mad. I don't know what I did, maybe it was last night. He hit me in the face with the belt sending the worst pain through my skull. I start to cry out in pain telling him to stop. "You listen to me! Or you will not be alive in a month. You got it?! You are mine now and what I say goes!" He yells at me repeatedly hitting me in the side with the belt. 

He stops for a moment and rolls me onto my back, putting the tape on my mouth. Then he continues to yell at me. Calling me names and telling me the rules. I've never been in so much pain. I swear ever since we've moved into Michigan my life was going alright until now. He leaves after maybe five minutes and I can barely breathe. 

I stay in the same position just thinking about something other than the way I feel or where I am. I think of going back to school with my new friends and then going home to my warm bed. I see myself sitting in our back yard with Taylor and our parents sitting around the fire. Is Taylor even alive? Did he hurt her? 

All my questions won't be answered now. Only time will tell. I think of someone swooping into this basement and taking me and Taylor home, then the police will arrest this terrible guy. But of corse that won't happen. I am here and this is not a nightmare. I can't wish myself away and nobody knows where I am.

Being here makes me feel totally hopeless. My hopes for going home are getting slimmer and slimmer as the days go by. I have a need to talk to people, and now I only get to talk to one person that I hate. If I could just call my mom once I'd never ask for anything, besides going home of corse. I want to stop the abuse. Stop the rape. And stop the loneliness I'm feeling. I feel so isolated.

~A While Later~

When he comes back my heart starts to race in fear. He brings a plate with a little bit of food on it then sits by the wall. "Jenna listen, if you don't go by my rules your stay here will be unbearable." He tells me, as if it would be better any other way. "You might as well just do as I say and then you'd get more freedom. I'd like you to know a few things, one I know where you live and who your parents are so if it comes to that, well I'm sure you know what will go down." He says and smiles a little. "You're here because you got into my car, I didn't make you get in my car." He says, like its my fault he brought us here. 

"Fuck you." I choke out and he stands up, clenching his fists in anger. Why do I do this?

Well, I gave Jenna a different personality than Taylor has. Jenna is younger and she hasn't had to many people bully her, so she has more confidence and stands up for herself. Sometimes she thinks she's a badass. Then there is Taylor who has been bullied when she was younger, then this man is trying to control her. Is he getting in their heads? 

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