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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So after I met Becca John has been coming in less. He says he is busy and that the same rules still apply. Becca has been here for a week and a half now, and I have to say she has helped me feel more like a person again. She helped me know that I am not weak or I am not an item. She is a very nice girl. I'm surprised that she is only 14, she looks like she is 16 and she acts 18. She is very mature and I like that about her. She never seems hopeless or too broken here and thats good for her, I am the total opposite.
She tells me some nice stories and I tell her some of my stories in life. We haven't got into anything that is too sad really, given the situation we are in is the worst thing that has probably happened to us.
John opens the door and I see him holding a gun, my heart starts to race. What if he heard us talking and is now going to shoot us? "Get up." He says looking at me. I slowly stand and he grabs my arm taking me out of the room. I don't say anything. He brings me up the stairs. 'This could be the time I get out' I think even though I know I don't have the courage to run and get the chance of a bullet going through my back. He takes me into a room that has a baby doll in it and a small bed. He sits me on the bed. "This used to be my daughters room. Don't make any noise while you're in here, you understand me?" He asks and I nod, then he leaves, locking the door behind him. The windows are covered with a board and then it has bars on the inside. I look around the room without getting up, there is a door across the room. I slowly get up to see what is in it and I see my old clothes, then Jenna's clothes.
Why is he keeping them? There is a third pair of clothes, maybe Becca's then there is 3 backpacks. This is everything that Jenna and I had. I shut the door when I hear footsteps again then I lay on the bed again, but nobody comes in. I sit on the bed for a long time listening to what is going on in the house. It's so quiet here that nobody would expect anything.
John brings me the food and drink for the day, then he leaves. I look so much thinner than I did before I came here. I don't like it. He has starved us too much. I think for a moment, if our stuff is here maybe our phones are too. I slowly go over to the closet, watching the door. I go through the bags to come out with nothing. If he kept the phones the police could maybe track them. I'm not sure though.
I walk around the room for a while then I lay on the bed again. I fall asleep that night to the sound of traffic outside. I wake up multiple times in the middle of the night, the third time I wake up John came in and shut the door. He tells me how he's sorry for waking me up, but he don't leave. He throws my stuff from the old room into the corner than he tells me it will only take a second. I know what he is talking about. He rapes me then leaves me to cry alone. I am about to just scream so I can be my own hero, ending my life and saving my sister and Becca. If I could. Then something inside of me is to scared to scream out for help, so I just sit in silence and cry for the 100th time. Nothing ever seems to get better for me.
I can't go back to bed so I stay up for about an hour crying then I think about home. Letting myself slip into another world seemed to be easier than my awful reality. I think of what could've happened, and what I want to happen. I have a creative imagination. It must be about July by now. Me and Jenna went missing on September 27, 2015. It hasn't been to long, but for me it has been a lifetime. If I ever did get home I would never recover from this. My life will never be normal again.
I remember the recent story that had the nation shocked. The Cleveland Abduction. I feel like this is a very similar situation, except me and Jenna are related. So they know were together, or they should. I will have to take their stories and turn it into my hope for home. The must have lost faith many times, but they got home.
As the hours go by I go get my things out of the corner of the room to put it under my bed. It is my diary. The only thing that is truly mine. If I could go back in time I wouldn't go to school that day, I'd make sure Jenna stayed home too. That wouldn't keep Becca from being taken though, which does suck. Anyways, I can't change what happened.
I lay on my bed humming 'This Little Light of Mine' quietly. Me and my mom used to sing this song all the time when I was little. When Jenna was old enough to talk we taught her too. It is so cute for a three year old to try to sing. To me now it is a song of hope. Thinking that I still have a little strength in me makes me feel less hopeless.
A/N
Hello! I hope you liked this chapter. It was a bit longer than the others, but I tried. I sound like I'm trying to write poetry. Sorry if it sounds tacky. I just write what comes to my mind cx And I made the date in the past, because I can 😂
