"I told you that no one saw me. I made sure of that." I stated, fear coming over me when I looked and saw that his eyes were glaring at me like I was a speck of dirt.
"I told you not to leave unless I was with you." His voice cutting through me like sharp ice.
"I swear, nobody was even around to see me. The store was empty." I explained. I knew that he wouldn't buy it, but it was worth a shot.
"That doesn't change the fact that someone could have seen you, even if they were not in the store. I don't know if you remember this or not, but you technically still have an Amber Alert out for you." His voice softening up a little, but still firm with anger.
"That was five years ago and I was only 15 then." I stated. "People's looks change." I said with a slight shoulder shrug.
The man sighed and walked away into the other room of the old, beaten house that smelled of rotting wood and alcohol. The smell was an unusual one, but it brought me comfort, as well as fear. It had been the place where I spent half of my teenage years, the place where spent the most crucial years of my life, it was also the place where those years where stolen. Where those years were abused, tormented, torn, and made to feel meaningless. But those years were loved, and nurtured as well.
I stood there in the empty, quiet room. My heart pounding. All I could think about was what if someone had seen me? Would they call the police? Or would they dismiss it as someone who looked like me? But before I could think about it any longer, a loud crash was heard from the kitchen. The sound of breaking glass echoed through the silent, humid house. Screams filled the home, my screams, his screams, and the screams of the kettle that I had forgotten about. I covered my ears and ducked my head. All I could see were bottles flying, fists punching, and blood pouring. I knew what to expect next, I had seen it before, the final blow that ended it all. It ended the fighting, it ended the screams, and it ended my consciousness. I braced myself, I gathered my thoughts in a second, what if this was the last time? I might never have to be beaten again? This could be it, my last breath, and so I made it the biggest breath of them all. Then the lights went out.
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Vanished
ActionAmelia is kidnapped in broad daylight, right in front of her house, in a safe, peaceful neighborhood, or so everyone thought until the tragedy. It was 5 years later and yet no one has seen or heard of her since that day. Her parents have given up ho...
