Taylor Moore's life was far from perfect, she was 15 years old and she was raped. What will happen when one day her and her sister get snatched off the streets of their home town? Will the police find them in time? Or will they not make it out?
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When I wake up I hear someone outside my door so I immediately think its John, but after a while of hearing them move around I look under the door a little, I see a blonde girl lying on the ground facing away from me. I want to talk to her, but I am to afraid. So I just lay still and listen to her breathing quite loudly. She jumps at the same time as I do when I hear the basement door unlock. I move back to the wall and sit. I watch the door in the dark. "Good you're listening." I hear John say outside the door, probably to the girl.
"Why did you bring me here?" I hear her say, she is weeping. I feel so bad for her because I am, and was, in her position.
"You be quiet, I know where you live. Keep that in mind." He says then talks to her more quietly. I lay on the floor and cover up with my blanket. I try to listen on their conversation, but since John is being quiet he might think I'm sleeping or is trying to hear me. I don't want him to come in here. I listen to the girl cry out, is he hurting her? I slowly move back to the door and look under it to see him on her. I move back to my spot and cover my face, holding my mouth shut and crying. I don't know if I'm crying because I'm mad or because I'm sad.
I put my face in the pillow so I am quieter. A couple minutes later the door opens and I lay as still as I can, "You stay in here, don't say anything. Just say you're a friend." I hear John whisper. I lay in silence until he leaves. I hear him lock the closet door then the basement door. I open my eyes and see the girl, he left her in nothing but her undergarments. She is crying and shivering.
"Hey." I say as quiet as I possibly can. "You're alright, I'll help you." I said to her. She looked at me with mascara running down her cheeks. "I was in your position once, don't tell him I told you though." She is still not talking.
"What does he want with us?" She asks quietly.
"I don't know. I never seen this man before in my life. He don't know me, but he says I'm his. We're not allowed to talk though, but if we stay quiet he won't hear us." I tell her and she nods.
"How old are you?" She asks.
"I'm 17."
"I'm 14, do you think we will be going home soon?" She asks and my heart sinks, as if her words had just shot me. I don't know really, but I honestly don't think so.
"Hard to say." I tell her. "Did you see my sister?" I ask her, because I want to know if Jenna is okay, but the girl shakes her head no. "What is your name?"
"Becca, and what is yours?" She asks and I take a moment to answer because he says were not allowed to tell anyone.
"Taylor." I say very quietly, to where it is barely anything, but it was still hearable. Me and Jenna have been here for about 2 or 3 months, and now there is another girl here. I don't know much about kidnapping, but this is different and I hope the search for Becca helps bring me and Jenna home too. I want to move away from this place and never come back.
AUTHORS NOTE: SORRY I WAS WRITING THIS AT MIDNIGHT AND I AM VERY TIRED SO IT MAY HAVE SPELLING ERRORS OR IT MAY NOT MAKE SENSE. SORRY ❤︎
