The Missing

9. Help

Becca's POV

My name is Becca Kay Michelson, I have blonde hair and brown or green eyes. I come from a big family, since I was adopted. My mom and dad adopted me at the age of 3. I don't remember anything about my real parents or if they're even alive anymore. I had a family back then, but it don't matter anyways. 

I wake up to the sound of my alarm. I get up and put on black skinny jeans and a blue Mackinac sweater that I got for my birthday. I put on my white adidas before going into the bathroom to brush my hair and my teeth. I put on mascara and foundation while I still have time then I go down to the kitchen. I get a bowl of cereal before heading out to the bus stop before my siblings. 

The bus comes in 10 minutes, but it normally comes 5 minutes early or 10 minutes late. I don't know why. My siblings don't care if they miss the bus or not. My oldest sister don't even ride it. She drives 3 of my other siblings who are in high school, but I am still in my last year of middle school. It sucks being in middle school because everyone is mean to everyone. No matter who you are, except me. I look at the blue and pink colors in the sky, I've always found the sky to be art on its own.

A car stops infront of me causing me to jump. I look at the person in the drivers seat to recognize the face of my bus driver, he points a gun at me. "Get in the car!" He says, sort of in a growl. I am frozen in my position, my body don't know what to do. He gets out of the car and runs at me. 

"Help!" I yell before I get pulled backwards by my hair and put in the back seat. He drives off quickly, but before he does I see my little brother run out, but he is too late. I can't get out of the car, the doors seem to be jammed. My heart feels like it is going to explode. It feels like a bomb has been placed in my chest, and my heart beat is the time it will take till it kills me. Maybe this is what a heart attack is like.

I look around the car going into survival mode. I don't see anything but plastic bottles or wrappers on the ground none of this stuff would help me. "Get down!" He yells pointing the gun back, I get on the floor of his car scared to be shot. I didn't know John would do this. He didn't seem like a bad man. The school told our class about how his wife died and he isn't doing well with the loss, but thats the only negative thing I've ever heard about him. 

After what feels like a lifetime of driving he stops the car then comes out to get me. He grabs my arm and rushes me into the house. He brings me into a living room. "Give me your bag." He says and I toss the bag his way, he continues to take me through the house, bring me down the stairs into a small room in the basement. "Sit against that wall and stay there." He says in sort of a whisper. "My daughters are sleeping and if you wake them up I will hurt you." He tells me. I didn't know he had kids, but then again there is a lot about this mad that I don't know.

He leaves and I hear the door lock behind him, I lay on the ground and cry. I don't know what to do. "Mom, please come get me." I whisper to myself, wishing she could hear me. I lay on the ground in silence after a while, I think I hear something in the door across from me, but I don't want to check it out because it may be his daughters. 

Whats going to happen to me? Is he going to kill me? Will I ever get home again?

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