Man in the Wall (Who is he?)

Chapter 19 - This can't be real

"Plea- please, please don't hurt me. You can't take me back there. Please. I have a family! Just let me go!" I yell with a few croaks every now and then, not daring to look at who it is. I keep my gaze on the floor with my head soon in my hands.

He's so close to me that running would be pointless. I am far too brittle to get away from whoever this individual is.

"Hey, honey relax. I'm sorry I scared you. What's wrong? Where are you from?... Woah you look terrible..." the man says as he nears me, taking in my bruised image. I quickly lift my head to see who's approaching me. The tense atmosphere that enclosed me mere seconds ago suddenly vacates. Tranquility replaces it as I see the unfamiliar man's worried expression.

"I've been kidnapped. Three days ago actually and only escaped yesterday. I have no idea where I am and honestly, I'm scared. I'm scared to death and hanging onto life by threads. I need to get hold of the police, do you have a cell phone? Please tell me you have a cellphone." I can feel the tears wanting to escape, but I'm so sick and tired of crying. I just want to get home.

"You've been what? How! When- I mean why? By who!" His startled state is getting me nowhere closer to home. Especially if he's going to start interrogating me.

"I can't answer you right now. Please, do you have a cell phone?"

"Ummm... Shit. My battery is dead," he says as he removes his phone from his pocket and sees that the screen refuses to flicker a display of some sort. My chests heaves up and down, breathing becomes difficult.

I'm hyperventilating.

"No no no no... Please. I've come this far. I can't go back! What if they find me!? You have to help me!" I state with a heavy heart.

"Breathe!! Of course I'll help you.. And don't worry. The Sheriff's station is close by." He assures me and my hope returns.

After intakes of deep breathe, I thank him and ask him to lead me the way. The station is only two buildings away. Instead of interrogating me any further, he reassures me of how everything is going to be okay. I cannot help myself from looking back every now and then, making sure that they haven't found me.

We reach the Sheriff's station and he tells me to go inside, that he has to return to his wife before she accuses him of adultery. Setting my befuddled state aside from his odd reasoning for departure, I thank him once again for being helpful and quickly go inside.

Once I'm inside, a few heads pop up and I can feel eyes trailing my body from head to toe. "Can someone please help me?" I yell out not knowing where to go to. 

"Oh my, what happened to you!?" An elderly lady shrieks as she turns around from the front desk after she hears my sudden outburst. Before I can answer her my head snaps towards a tiny voice.

"Mommy, what's wrong with that girl?" a little kid questions her mother as they sit on a nearby bench. "I don't know sweetheart, but it's not our place to find out. Come on. Let's go," she says as she grabs the child's hand and her handbag before leaving.

The other standby spectators seem to be too startled by my state to proceed with their previous motions. They all hold their breath as if my presence poisoned the air. Their eyes as round as the lens of a Nikon camera. While zooming in on my appearance, they seem to widen.

"Young lady. What seems to be the problem?" someone says from my left. 

I immediately turn towards the random voice and see an officer approaching me. As soon as his eyes do a quick scan of my body, he becomes one of the spectators. He freezes in his spot, equally alarmed as the rest. But he makes a quick recovery and continues to approach me.