Kidnapped to live in a Castle

Chapter 17- A new beginning

Chapter 17- A new beginning

______Erica's Pov___________

Hopelessness. Was it wrong for me to feel this way?

Should I still have hope?

What was the point?

Tears kept rolling down my face and I did not even try to stop them. It had become a daily routine, to just sit there and cry. I probably look like a scarecrow. I miss Lisa so much. My only child, kidnapped in her own home which was supposed to be a safe haven. I guess we were are not safe anywhere in this cruel world, not even in our homes.

I hate myself for not running to her rescue fast enough. By the time I sensed that something was wrong, I saw her being thrown into a vehicle by masked and unknown assailants. If only I was fast enough, maybe I could have saved my baby girl and Kyra.

I kept getting nightmares about the kidnapping and just thinking about it made me feel insane.

"Aah!!!!!!! Ahhh!!!!!!!!!!!!" I began screaming and rolled on the ground, tears flowing from my eyes, "Why did they take my daughter? Six bloody months. Six!!!! She was only seventeen. My little girl. My little...girl." I kept repeating and rocked back on forth on the floor.

My husband must have heard the commotion I was making and I felt his arms wrap around me as he embraced me in his loving arms, trying to calm me down.

This was how I reacted every day. It was almost beginning to seem like a typical thing to do. Simply throw tantrums and cry the pain away. It was exhausting but the only way I remained sane if I was still considered sane by the ordinary person. The most I would do was quarrel with myself and then go back to a corner and stare into space.

It was a miracle I had not been admitted to a psychiatric facility and locked up. However, people sympathized with me and everyone understood my pain, except me. Why did my heart hurt so much? Why did I have to feel so much pain? Why? Why me? Why my child?

Crying and screaming out in agony was my way of coping even though it did nothing to bring back Lisa and her best friend Kyra.

I suddenly felt restricted and realized that my husband's hands were still wrapped around me as he attempted to calm me down.

"Get off of me you coward!!!!!! Get away!!!!!!!!" I screamed and pushed my husband away as I ran to my bedroom to escape the disorientation I felt and faced daily.

After what seemed like an eternity in the bedroom, rocking back and forth on the ground, still trying to come to terms with the disappearance of my daughter and her best friend under my supervision, I heard a silent knock on the door before it was opened and my husband came in very cautiously as he approached me.

"Erica, the police want to speak to us." My husband informed me.

The police?

What was the point of listening to them? When the girls were first kidnapped, I was extremely anxious and would run downstairs in anticipation only to listen to the same lame excuse the officers gave me every time they showed up, "We're doing the best we can to locate the girls, ma'am."

"Erica, the police are here." my husband repeated in a louder and irritated tone.

I guess he was tired of my crap and was beginning to get frustrated with me.

"I heard you the first time." I said annoyed as I got up from the floor.

I sucked my teeth and walked down the steps, which were in dying need of vacuuming.