It has been four months. Four months in this living hell. I had been gone so long, I heard that they have even put me on the news as a missing person. Lewis kept taunting me, he kept threatening to kill Jack and Summer. But he...he kept making me do things. Things I never want to think about it, I tried and tried to block it out of my memory. But the minute I saw his smug, dirty, disgusting face...it all came back. He would beat me on a daily basis. I had bruises and scars all over my body. I really really wanted to run. But even if he was bluffing about killing them, I didnt want to risk it. I needed to leave...but I couldn't. I woke to the sound of rain hitting the window heavily, and once again Lewiss' arms were wrapped around my waist. I just layed there and stared out to space. Why was this happening to me. I was tired, I was starving myself, but most of all knowing I was away from my family was killing me. Lewis began to stir, and I let out a sigh. It was another day in this shit hole. I began crying as he rested his head on my shoulder.
"Morning" He breathed into my neck. But I didn't reply. "I said morning". I stayed silent, but this clearly made him angry. He pushed me off the bed and I hit my ankle on the corner of the bed. I propped myself up on one shoulder as I was greeted with a right hook in the jaw. I raised my hand to it, as Lewis got inches from my face. "Answer me when I talk to you" He whispered.
"Morning" I whimper. His lips tug into a smile and they crash into mine. They were rough, and tasted of alcohol. Once a week, he would steal bottles of vodka from an off-licence about 4 miles away. To make sure I wouldn't leave, he tied me to the wooden pole in the bedroom. I would try squirming, and doing anything that would set me free, but nothing would work. I stood up, and limped into the bathroom. I pick up an old rag, stained with my blood, and start cleaning the cut on my lip.
"Come on, Honey. We're going into town today"
What?...We haven't left this shack in month. Even if it would be for a short time, I looked forward to the fresh air, social interaction, that tiny bit of freedom. I cleaned my cut and got dressed. As we left, Lewis grabbed my hand. I didn't fight it, I just had to go along with him. We walked for miles and miles down a small country road, before arriving at this small town sqaure with a maximum of 5 people in it. I just took in the fresh air, being outdoors and the time apart from that crappy little shack. Lewiss' grip tightened, and we window shopped. I kept my head down, to stop people from seeing my scars and bruises. His grip got tighter and tighter. When would I ever be free, to see my family, to live my life? After about three hours, we sat on this bench in the centre of the square.
"Its a beautiful little place isn't it" Lewis remarked.
"Yeah" I whisper.
"Whats the matter darling?"
"Nothing" I lowered my head. I feel a hand smack me in the face.
"Cheer up then bitch!" I let out a sigh, knowing when we have to go back, another beating will be awaiting me.
"FREEZE!" I hear this unfamiliar voice yell. I see someone grab Lewis by the shoulders and he is pulled as far as possible from me. A police officer squatted infront of me.
"Hi" She smiled.
"H-hello" I stutter, still in complete shock.
"Are we glad we found you, we've been worried...and we wasn't the only one" She said looking just off my shoulder. I slowly turned around. My shock increased, and I stood up. I ran to him and flung my arms around him.
"Jack...Jack. I was so scared" I whimper into his chest. His strong arms protect me and I pull closer into his body.
"I know, I know. I am so happy we found you." He whispered in my ear. I cried and cried and we remained in an embrace for what seemed like forever.
