Kidnapped

I Want Home

Chloe's Pov

It's been a month since I've been with Justin. I miss my family desperately. I haven't gotten pregnant yet, which is a good thing. I'm finally seventeen! I turned it a few weeks ago. I just wish I could've spent my birthday with my family; instead I was technically getting raped by Justin all night.

It made me remember something from when I was little, "Chloe! Get your ugly *** down here now!" He screamed from downstairs. Mum wasn't home. I was ten, Lizzy was seven, and Bryan was three. I walked downstairs, and to him. "You're such a stupid piece of trash!" He spat at me. I wanted to cry. How could my own father insult me like that? But he didn't. The beer did, the beer made him act that way, but he would never stop or listen. "Dad?" He grabbed my arm, and walked me down into the basement. He walked up locking the door, and leaving me inside of it. I heard loud screams from upstairs. It was Lizzy; I heard "Daddy stop!" "Why are you doing this?!" "You're hurting me! Sissy help!!" I just sat there and cried, I couldn't defend her. He walked back to the basement, and unlocked the door. I dashed passed him, and to Lizzy.

She had blood on her, it freaked me out a bit, but I cleaned her up. I noticed a mark near her thighs around her area. I just decided not to ask what he did to her. We told mum what happened, and she divorced him, and he went to jail. I'm seventeen now, so he has until I'm about twenty-four until he's out. The flashback made me miss my step-dad even more. Heck, I missed my whole family.