I remember it as if it was yesterday. I was lying in my bed it was comfy it felt as if I was on a cloud. As I sat there I could hear yelling and screaming, I thought it was my mother and her boyfriend fighting but, it turns out it wasn’t. So I walked slowly down the short but narrow hallway. I popped my head out of the end and there I saw him. He was wearing a long black T-shirt with a skull on the front, green army pants that looked very over used, a black ski mask that hide his face so well you couldn’t even see his eyes, and there he held in his hand a medium sized gun. He stood there with my mother in a head lock and the gun held to her head, her boyfriend was sitting on a chair, I noticed he was tied. The man kept saying “Tell me where the money is!” he stuttered.
My mother’s boyfriend Steve replied “I don’t have any money!”. The man looked very un-impressed. My mom looked in such shock and I could slowly see the tears go down her face one after one. She turned her head and then noticed me sitting on the ground. I was curled up into a tiny ball with my face covered. The masked man and Steve were still talking about the money he wanted, he finally noticed that my mother was looking at something so he turned and looked at me.
My face slowly moved upwards, and there he stood right in front of me. He dropped my mother, she could finally breathe easier. The man picked me up, I fussed and fought and kicked and screamed I did everything for him to drop me, it didn’t work. My mom tried helping but then he just kicked her in the face, which was then the time I stopped. He put me in to an old dusty brown bag that looked like it was a potato sack and smelt like it too, I could feel him pick me up and put me over his shoulder. Than he spoke strong and sturdy “I need money! If you ever want to see your daughter unharmed! You’ll give me what I want!”
The man carried me outside I could feel the cold crispness of the wind against my face. He mumbled a lot to himself I barley could make sentences out of it but, what I did get out of it I couldn’t understand. He said stuff like “Why? How come? But, I need it!” almost as if he was fighting with himself. His voice slowly started to transform into a sad tone as he mumbled, almost as if he felt bad of what he was doing. Suddenly, I could feel a jolt in the vehicle movement. It came to mind that he might have hit a little animal or something.
We drove for about one whole hour it felt like, but we finally came to a stop. I could hear the anger he had by the way he slammed that door shut. He walked around the vehicle to where he put me, I think it was in the trunk. He grabbed me and carried me in to a house I believe, It smelt like just like freshly homemade apple pie, I love apple pie. He set me down on a couch of some type and finally took off the dusty, old potato sack. I couldn’t believe what I saw once it came off. It was a newer house filled with dolphin sculptures made of glass and other types of minerals, there was horse things, multiple cook books and more unusual things. The walls were a light caramel brown on the bottom half and a dark delicious chocolate brown in a big strip across the middle with a whit top to finish.
The man still wore his mask, it was almost as if he never took it off. He told me his name after a few hours it was John, I didn’t really believe that it was his real name but I went with it. John treated me nicer than I thought he would. He gave me food anything that I wanted, there was a bedroom he had that looked like my one I had at home. He started saying weird things to me I never wanted to understand it because I was only 16 I was too young.
On the third night I was there he put me in my room, I got changed in to one of the big dirty shirts he left in the room for me to sleep in. After I kneeled beside my bed with my hands holding each other tightly, my eyes were tightly closed as well. I started to pray in my head so he couldn’t hear me. I was praying and hoping that one day soon I would be re-united with my family and friends. Suddenly, John walked in the room with only boxers on, I was confused. He told me that I could go home, I was filled with joy when those words hit my ears. But, than he moved uncomfortably close to me, than it clicked! I thought that this only happened in the movies, turns out I was wrong.
He slowly moved his hand up my shirt, I backed up instantly. He came closer again and did the same thing; I was backed up against a wall and had nowhere to move. So, I screamed and hollered and tried to get out of his grip, it was too tight to move. So.. you all probably know what happened I don’t need to explain this. He raped me.
After that traumatizing experience he put me back in a brown bag and started caring me out side, it smelt nice like flowers that reminded me of gardening with my mom also smelt like snow. He un gracefully placed me in the back of the vehicle. Than he started driving and he wasn’t going slowly, you could hear it in the engine. The ride wasn’t as long this time, it felt shorter like he only drove for twenty minutes. He grabbed me with the tightest grip I have ever felt, I screamed a little. Than he threw me on the ground, it was wet and cold like ice. I heard his footsteps move farther and farther away. Than the vehicle started again, he did a burnt out as he left.
I took off the brown bag, and I was scared to open my eyes but I had no choice but to do it. I looked up and saw a sign that read Blueberry Rd. I felt a lot of relief after I read those words, which are my road I almost yelled aloud. I started walking down the dark snowy road. I was almost at my house. When I arrived there I knocked on the door. My mother answered a smile of love and tears of happiness appeared on her face when she saw it was me. I was finally home.
The man john never got the money what he wanted. It took me a while before I told my mother and rest of the family what had happened to me. And now every time I hear yelling it makes all these memories rush back into my mind. It has scared me senseless I will never have a fully normal life but yet no one really does.
