His Daughter

Chapter Eighteen

I woke up feeling groggy and shaky. It was cold. I looked around me and realized that they had left me in the car, and we were parked at some rundown old motel. The ropes were still around my feet, but it seemed that someone had taken off the ropes to my hands.

I quickly without thinking started untying the ropes around my feet and got up. I tried opening the doors, but they were locked. What kind of criminal wouldn't lock the doors? I looked around for something to break the window with.

"Hey!" I looked around and before I could grab something, Dave opened the back while John opened the front door. December got in behind Dave, and they tied my hands up again, while I was sitting there struggling.

"Why are you doing this?! I am not your daughter!"

"Is that what Steve told you? Because last I checked, I am the one who raised you."

"Raised me? You know how I was raised? By myself in the alley." I retorted.

"You can't blame me for that pumpkin." he smiled back at me. I let out a gasp of shock silently. How could he even say that? Of course it was him to blame. He's the one who ruined everything.

"I need to go to the bathroom," reported Dave.

"And I need some more cigarettes," John replied.

"I can watch her while you guys go to the gas station." December contributes to the conversation.

"Sounds like a plan," John said as he pulled into a gas station nearby.

They got out of the car, not looking back as they walked into the door.

"So, you've got a new name?" December asked quietly. Was she trying to act innocent? Well I could see right through her. Nothing was okay anymore mostly because of her.

"Aria" I didn't see the point in hiding my new name anymore now that they literally had me kidnapped.

"That's pretty." She commented. Why was she being so nice?

"So I have to ask, do you even love steve, or were you just stuck with him because of John?" I asked harshly.

"Well, at first it was for john, but I actually did fall in love with him." she smiled at herself as if thinking back to the good times, "Listen. I never thought we would get this far, and actually kidnap you. I honestly thought you would be safe with Steve. And you know how Dave and John are. They are not afraid to put people in their place. If you were to escape right now, you would save me from having to go on this road trip." she laughed and smiled slightly at me.

"Are you... going to help me escape?" December was the definition of bipolar. One minute she is a psychopath like my father, and then she decides to save me. But oh well, if a lucky chance came my way I was going to take it.

She started untying the ropes around me, and unlocked the door. I couldn't believe my luck right now. Could this really be happening?

I hopped out of the car and looked back before shutting it, "why are you doing this for me?"

"When we first met, I thought you would have recognized me. You really don't remember?"

Then memories came flooding through my head. Memories of my father, fighting with my aunt. My aunt december. She looked a lot younger than the woman sitting right in front of me.

"Aunt December?" I asked quietly.

She nodded, tears coming down her face "I needed to do something right. I am one of the many reasons your childhood was messed up. I am sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry." She should have been sorry. But I wasn't going to say anything to ruin the moment.

"Run along now. Before he comes back." she smiled nicely and closed the doors. Just then I heard the gas station doors open, and two voices. I bolted as fast as I could, not stopping to look behind me.

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At some point in my running away, I found a vacant old house, that had been abandoned. I stopped to catch my breath, and sat down behind the shed as to not be seen by drivers going down the road. I thought just then occurred to me. December had mentioned how no one could get past Dave and John. What would they do to her, finding out that I had slipped out, when she was supposed to be watching me? How did I keep ruining peoples lives one by one? I couldn't think of the awful thought at the moment, but instead on finding somewhere to sleep. Hoping that someday soon, I would come back home.