Jamison's Story

Chapter 17. Destiny Jackson

Jamisons Point of View****

I woke up to see Samuel in the corner bunched up, shaking. "I'm sorry jamison. " Samuel said as he rose from his spot. "Don't touch me." I yelled. I could hear little yelps of "help me" coming from down downstairs. "Who is that?" I asked. "No body!" Samuel shouted. "I'll be right back." I waited in the corner while Samuel went down stairs.

Samuel's Point of View****

I walked down to the basement where Destiny Jackson sat. She was a blonde girl, with green eyes. I walked closer to the 12 year old girl. "Hey there." I said smiling. "Get away." Destiny whispered in pain. Destiny covered her head with her arms and cried. "Oh. Baby. It's okay. I'm here. Brother has you now." I said. I looked Destiny in her eyes and picked her up. I brought her to the closet in the basement (downstairs where they are) and strapped her in the "time out chair", I grabbed the roll of duck tape... I shoved a small sock into her mouth and taped her mouth.

###FLASHBACK###. Destiny's Point of view

I walked to the living room watching samuel beat my mother. I could feel the pain she was feeling. I saw all the beats and bruises on my mom. I always have to watch her, making sure she was alright. After Samuel was done, he would drink a beer. He usually drank 6 bottles of beer a day. After he finished with my mom, he would throw her down the stairs of the cellar. Next... would be me. He wouldn't abuse me.... but rape me. He would take me to his bedroom and rape me. Every night. EXCEPT Saturday. every month, once a month, on saturday, he would bring a girl home. He would kiss her, hug her, and tell her how much he loves her, and at the end of the day... rape her, then kill her. No, he never got caught, surprisingly....  but then one night. It all ended. He sat on the couch and drank his beer. At age 15. He wouldn't go to school because he got kicked out. The only thing he did in a day was....

1) wake up

2) lift weights/work out

3) drink a beer or 6

4) fall asleep and repeat.

I hated his routine. One day he moved out and bought a shack. I had a bad feeling about that shack. I didn't know what it was.

**Back in the day** jamisons Point of View.

I began to worry about who or what was down stairs. I've never been in there. "Samuel?" I shouted when he arrived upstairs. "Shhhh....  I'm going to a shop, across the town. DO NOT GO DOWNSTAIRS!" He yelled in my face. An inch from my nose. I could feel his spit land in my eye. His beautiful face glanced at me. White teeth, blue eyes, brown hair, and a beautiful smile. I decided not to get attached. He's my kidnapper. Not my friend. "Do you have Wi-Fi?" I asked. "Yea. The password is.... shackinthewoods055. " Sam explained. "Remember what I said." He said with a glare. I nodded. I watched as he rode away on his bike. Once he was gone I Shut the door and ran to the base ment door. I ran in and saw a beautiful room, except a little closet. "Hello?" I whispered loudly. I could hear mumbling coming from the closet right by the door. I slid down the rail and opened it. "Omg. Are you OK?" I whispered. I took the duck tape and the sock off. "Go! This is your chance to run!" The little girl whispered as she cried. "What's your name?" I asked. "Destiny Jackson." She said. "I'm his sister. I wanna be free." She cried even more. "I will be right back. Hide in the closet. My friend lives right next to here, she can take care of you." I said patting her back into the closet. She nodded. I ran upstairs and sat on the couch. I texted Kelly.

Hey. Please let a little girl come to your house. I'm at the shack in the woods.... she got kidnapped. Please?

I waited for a response... when it appeared I read.

Okay. I'm coming. Stay there. Is Samuel there?

I texted back.

No.