The Girl Kept Next Door.

Chapter 1

It was a white truck. Just like all the other white trucks that would come through the development I lived in. The house next door was still in the process of being built. The framework had been finished for weeks but the inside of the house still had a lot of work. Construction workers where constantly running around, Friday's where the only exception. That's when he would drive his beat up old white truck over to the house next door. Last Friday , that was the last day I saw the outside.
I was taking my dogs out as usual after school, the truck pulled up as usual. I remember worrying about what to wear to the football game that night, it was senior night and I was not planning on having a bummer of a night. I walked my dogs back inside and called my friend to come over to help get ready for the game. Rachel is my best friend, I miss her. She came over that day, before the game, and told me what to wear to look cute. I remember the pink t-shirt and shorts that we both wore to the pink out themed game.
I remember the bottle our friend Nick handed us. I remember the burn as the smooth warm liquid washed down my throat and began to cloud my thoughts and judgement. For once I could get my mind of the football player I had stupidly began to like, and how he didn't even know my name. Know that I'm missing he has probably seen my name too many times. My best friend is probably worried sick to the point she can't go to school. She and Nick probably joined the search party. Maybe even the football player. This wasn't suppose to be how he learned my name. It was suppose to be like a movie, where I confess my love and he confesses his. Then we kiss and we can feel the love bursting from the seems of your lips. But instead of a loving kiss that night of the football game I kissed the bottle Nick handed me. I drank slowly and chewed mint gum to not get caught. Then watched the guy I like make the winning touchdown. My friends had to leave and I had to walk home.
It was only a couple blocks. I did it all the time, it wasn't unsafe many students walked home from the football games. But I knew something was wrong, I could feel it in my gut, my foggy brain told me other wise, it told me I was only being paranoid when I saw that white beat up truck follow me down the street. It told me, don't be scared, they are probably going to work on the house next door. But instead of pulling into the house next doors drive way, he pulled into mine right as I got to the front door of my house. I remember jamming the house key into the lock and running inside, quickly locking the door. Screaming at the top of my lungs for my Mom and Dad, someone. But quickly realizing the house was empty, everyone was at the neighbors for a Friday night bbq that our neighbors held each home game. The knocks on the door began, and the door began shacking from the vibrating due to the man on the other sides fists. Then everything stopped.
"Oh Queen Victoria do come out and play." He sneered in a low blood curling song like tune. "Come before your loved one is taken away." I remember feeling the vomit in my throat. The effect of the alcohol on my brain completely gone, and the feeling of walking on clouds was replaced by this horror I had never felt before. I ran to the nearest phone on the small coffee table and remember seeing the phone wires cut. Next I heard a scream from the other side of the door. I knew that high pitched scream. It was my sisters.
"Queen Victoria, come out and play with me and your sister, before she is taken away." He kept singing in the same sinister voice. I knew what I had to do.
My hands and legs shook the closer I got to the door. The louder the pounding was. I stopped in front of the door and took a deep breath.
"Oh hurry hurry my queen." I heard the man whisper through the door. My hand shook as I slowly opened the door. The hinges creaked, almost giving a warning to not open the door to the horrors that awaited me.