No way out

My name is Andy Jones

I heard something from outside. I ran towards the door, the hole in the lock was the only way I could see what was going on in the outside world. I looked through it to see Phil dragging his dead mothers body across the yard. He had made a hole that he's been digging all day, when he had reached it, he dumped her body in it like it was a bag of coal.
I sat thinking about his capabilities. The situation I'm in only crossed my mind once or twice. I haven't actually been thinking straight for a long time.

"My name is Andy Jones. I am 11 years old. I have been missing since Christmas Day. I am 4 foot and have blonde hair and blue eyes. I was kidnapped by a crazy man named Phil. I miss my mom and dad. I miss Mia and Thomas. I miss my dogs. I miss my old life. I need to escape, I need to escape, I need to escape. My name is Andy Jones, and I need to escape" I repeated this to myself as I hugged my legs.

I stood up and walked towards the drawing of a calendar on the wall. I picked up a chalk and marked an X on the 1st of March. Today.
2 months I've been here. That, I couldn't believe. It has felt like I've been here for over 12 months. All I wanted was to see my family.
Phil came in.
"Here, I brought you something" he handed me a small box with a screen.
"What is it?" I asked.
"It's a television set, you've only one channel" it was the smallest tv I have ever seen, but it relieved me to smile that I meant, hasn't happened on a while.

"Thank you very much" I meant that too. It was nice to hear a voice that wasn't Phil's or my own.
"Your welcome. I owe you, you know for forcing you to witness what happened yesterday". He looked down at his shoes. I didn't reply. He left.
I switched it on to the only channel there was.
The first thing I seen was my face. It was a documentary on my disappearance.

"Mr. Connor has been arrested for suspicion of the kidnapping of 11 year old Andy Jones. Christopher Jones, Andy's father, claims Andy told him she was going over to Henry Connors house to get a football that was mistakenly kicked into his yard". A news reporter announced with such little expression.
No. But Henry didn't kidnap me. Why is he in trouble?

"He has been questioned, and claims he believes she was taken by a man who drove a red car with tinted windows. He says that the car was parked outside the Jones's household for two days. The 70 year old man was the only man to see this car, therefore he is believed to be lying". They showed a video of Henry being taken from his house, as my parents stood by.

"We don't know who took our little princess" my mom was showed on the tiny screen, my heart beat speeded up as my it felt like it broke into a thousand pieces.
"But, if your listening to this, Andy, you need to come home. Because mommy misses you, and we need you here". I started to sob.
It then showed a video of all the people in my school holding candles for me.
"It was a tragic loss to the community, and we hope Andy is safe, and that she will be home real soon". My best friends dad said while holding Emily in his hands as tears flew down her face.

The next scene was us on Christmas morning opening our presents. That was one of the last normal moments.
"This video was taken the morning Andy was taken from her family home.
"We are not going to say we believe Mr. Connor has taken our daughter, but it is very hard to believe that Henry was the last person to see Andy and have nothing to do with it" my dad announced.
'But it wasn't him' I whispered to myself.

"We miss you Andy, please come home" Mia cried.
"I wish I could Mia, I really do". I tuned off the tv, I couldn't force myself to watch anymore.

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September:

It was the first of September. Happens to be Mia's birthday. She would be 6. I had missed out on the summer that my friends probably spent in a hot country. My family and I had planned on going to Florida over the summer, I wish they went, take some time off.
I had only used the tv that Phil got me, once or twice, because all that was shown on it was my mourning family. I didn't like seeing them in pain.
Phil didn't come in as often anymore, it made me wonder why he even has me here, he's not doing anything with me. I'm just like a thing that he only talks to when he bored.

Phil rushes in, slamming the door behind him. I stand up quickly.
"You name isn't Sarah, is it?" He asked roughly
I left his question unanswered.
"Is. It?" He yelled.
"No" I looked away, avoiding eye contact.
"You think your so smart, don't you? Andy" He looked at me in disgust. I didn't speak.
His left arm raised, I closed my eyes knowing what was going to happen. The force of his fist against my face knocked me to the ground. I laid on the ground, holding my face, as he laughed. "Why would you fucking lie about that? Didn't you think I was going to find out sooner or later?" He laughed and slapped his knee. He found it unnecessarily funny.

He walked over to the couch and sat down as he made direct eye contact with me the whole way over.
"I see you've cleaned up in here?" He examined the room.
"I cleaned up like two months ago"
"Well, I guess I didn't notice because every time I walk in here I see your smile, and it's the only thing I see". He stared at me. His whole personality changed again. He's either in love with me or completely against me.
"I never smile when your here" I said fearlessly
He stood up sharply and looked down on me.
"You are the devil" he spit.
He walked towards the door, but stopped when he heard my question.

"Can you please let me go?" I haven't asked that question since he brought me here, I knew it was a long shot, because what are the chances. "Why? Do you not like it here?"
What? Does his brain not fucking work?
"Of course I don't. I sleep on a couch, I have no blanket, the option of clothing I have consists of the old ones on the floor with weird stains on them. My toilet is a bucket, and there's no one to talk to that actually has an idea about what the fuck is going on because apparently, according to you, I want to be here. When the reality is.. All I wanna do is get out of here and away from you!!!"

I don't know where that came from. I just lost it, I snapped. He looked at me with a blank expression. "Andy---" he was cut off by the sound of police sirens. I stood up quickly. This is it. I've been found, I'm getting out of here. Positive thoughts filled my head as I smiled at him, in a evil kind of way. What goes around, comes around, right?
I've dreamed of this day for so long. I decided to let him take the first action, there was nothing I could do to help my situation, it was all up to the police, who were bound to find me.

Phil ran towards me and grabbed my fore arm. He lead me to the door, before he opened it he put his hand around my mouth. He led me outside, the plan was to scream but I couldn't, his hole palm took control of my mouth and nose. I squirmed but I knew it wasn't loud enough to get the police's attention. He let go of my arm and I stood freely as he revealed a secret door that had been covered with a big piece of left over carpet. He stood with his back to me, my first ambition was to run, but for a couple of moments, I stood still. When he had opened up the door on the ground I had heard the police ring his door bell.

"Help me! I'm out here. Hel---" he covered my mouth before I could finish. He picked up my body and led me down a stairs, his hand still over my mouth, so I couldn't shout any further.
I was led into what looked like a completely empty room, although I couldn't see the whole room as it was so dark, and the only light was the skylight shining from the entrance. He dropped my body like I was an object. My body slammed off the door and I cried in agony.
"Stay quiet" he climbed to the top of the ladder and closed the door behind him which caused the room to go black dark. So dark that it was the same when I closed my eyes.