Chapter 1 Part ~1

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Part 1: Hope

Everything went in a blur. Anger, betrayal, hope. He didn't let me feel any of it. If he had, I would've forgiven him, forgiven him for stealing the only thing I had. Forgiven him for giving me hope and betraying me at the same time. All I needed was some time, a few minutes to take it all in but he took that right away from me. True that life doesn't give you chances, but it had given me signs. Signs i should've had faith on, but i never knew i had the ability to ignore my own conscience. 

"I'm going to sing you a song, Jenny," He soothed, his grip on his steering wheel while he looked at me with eyes radiating with lust and a sense of achievement. He felt disdainful, and I had never seen him that pleased before. But, neither had i seen anything before. 

He hummed a lullaby i used to listen to whenever i felt sad. It was what my mother used to chant before she died. Tears welled up in my eyes as he sang what revived memories. The memories I had long ago immured in the abyss of my heart. I  could feel the rag in my mouth drench in my tears as the song went on. He stopped midway, looking towards me for a split second, and i noticed it. He enjoyed my pain. Funny how he found delight in watching me cry when he knew, that this time, he was the cause of my pain.

"Don't cry," His brows furrowed as he focused back on the road. I wanted to abide by his command, because I didn't want to expose my weaknesses. However, he knew each and every one of my weaknesses and i knew he was going to use that to his own advantage. I tried to plead, but my voice came out muffled, hardly making any sense. His head turned towards me, in what seemed a flash of anger and he slammed his fist on the steering wheel, the car going out of his control. I never knew I'd have that feeling, but at this time, this second, i felt petrified. His eyes seemed menacing, his muscles threatening to bulge out of his shirt. I couldn't see myself but i knew my eyes were wide open in alarm as he raised his hand towards me, and with full force, snatched the rag out of my mouth which made my lips bleed. He flung the cloth in the backseat and started mumbling to himself. He usually did that when he was angry. I decided to stare out the window to avoid his face, since that wasn't the best thing to do at that moment. It made me feel fragile, which i already was from the start. Is that why he'd chosen me as a victim? Because he knew I couldn't defend myself?

We seemed to be travelling amongst the thick trees that aligned the road that lead to God knows where. I'd never seen that part of the country before, and my father used to be an adventurous tourist, so i used to travel along with him. Pondering over my father, I felt a pang of pain in my heart. My body quivered for a split second at his thought, and the conception that suddenly invaded my mind. What if he's dead, too? 

"Where's my father?" I didn't know where I got the courage to speak to him, but i think the thought of my father gave me a peculiar vigour to demand what had happened to him. He chuckled slightly, his dimples occupying his face. I hated his smile. I used to love it, but at this moment it was the one thing that made me despise him more than i already did.

"Somewhere. I don't know." His answer deranged me for a bit. I expected him to say he had killed him, or that he was in danger. Strange that he'd left my father to look for me and cause trouble for him afterwards. That gave me hope, something i desperately needed at that critical time. 

"Why'd you ask though?" His attitude seemed humorous, mockingly humorous. 

"He'd look for you." He chuckled a bit more slowing down the car and stopping it for some time beside a tree that seemed older than the rest, decaying slightly at the roots. It honestly scared me. 

"He won't look for you," 

"Why wouldn't he? I'm his only daughter!" I struggled against my ropes that bonded me to the seat. 

"Hahaha, you're cute," He traced his finger tips on my bare arms that made goose bumps appear. His touch disgusted me and the way his tongue licked his lips as he gazed at me made me revert my eyes elsewhere. His lust filled eyes still stared at my lips as he kept tracing his finger tips on my arm. My eyes stung with tears as fear convulsed my entire being. I knew what kidnappers did to their victims and i never thought, in my entire life that i would be a victim myself one day. 

"I swear to God I- I'd get you for this, you b-" He laughed aloud, his voice echoing off the surroundings. "My sweet, sweet Jenna, of all the people, I know, for sure, you won't be able to do anything," 

His words stung me, he knew i was weak. And this made me feel even weaker. I was pathetic, a typical girl who couldn't protect herself in this situation, not one of those girls who'd stand up for themselves and cloak their weaknesses. I was a disgrace to my own self. 

"That's what i love the most about you Jenna, you understand. You know what you can't do and you're the best at adapting to the situation you're summoned in. Look at the bright side Jenna, you're with me now, not that bastard Darick who didn't give a shit about you. I'm here, and I'd protect you," 

He sounded demented right now. Surprisingly, he didn't realize what he'd just said, or he simply didn't want to. He was crazed, and I'd just realized it. He thought i was happy and craved his company at this very moment. Although i would never run blindly in a forest thickly dominated by putrid trees, at this time, i wanted to do just that.

He stopped tracing my arm and diverted his gaze back on the road. My skin could still feel his fingers tracing, causing it to tingle. I swallowed the lump in my throat as he started the car. Maybe, I did have to live with it, but i couldn't give up. I had to try as long and as much as i could, for my father, for Darick. Who'd sacrificed himself for me.

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