Rescued Into Love

Chapter Seven

For the past few hours I’ve been staring up at the ceiling just pondering on the thought of why he kidnapped me. The only thing I could think of would be what happened last year, but even that isn’t something to break law over. I admit to myself it was my fault, but no one knows the blame I took on what I did. I also fantasies on how I will be rescued.
As I sleep away in this bed thinking that all hope is lost, I will hear sirens as loud as an erupting volcano. I will look up to see the cops, the fire trucks, the ambulance, the news cast, all coming to save me. The doors will burst open. My kidnapper will fight back, but will be knocked out. Foot steps will run up the stairs and bust down my door. There I will be so overwhelm with emotions that all that comes out will be tears. A man will carry me out of the house and I will see my parents. I will run into their arms and cry into them. Embrace them with love. Things will soon after that go back to my normal life. Zoe will be waiting for me and Andrew will be my body guard that will never let me be alone. My dad will be more protective than he was before and my mom will treat me differently. 

Another one is that my dad will be going crazy looking for me. He’d be feeling guilt for not picking me up and feel even more guilt that the last thing he said to me was ‘I love you, Bella.’ And not how much he loves me or how he appreciates me for me. He will go across the state of Maine looking for me until he stumbles upon this house and bursts through the doors to see me. He will wrap his arms around me and tell me how much he loves me and cares for me. He will turn around to see my kidnapper and beat him to a pulp out of anger for taking me away out of daylight. Once he is on the floor my daddy will carry me home and tell me everything will be alright and no one will ever hurt me again. 
My fantasies make me cry because no matter how much I hope and pray for my rescue to be like that I know in my heart that my mom doesn’t really care about me. My dad won’t have any idea what to do and depend on the police force to find me. My friends will be taking this as a perfect excuse for attention. At least Zoe will. My tears turn into sobs just thinking about how no one will notice I am gone. 
During my sobs he walks into the room. He stares at me and tilts his head like a confused puppy. He hesitates to walk over to me, but stops.
“What’s wrong?”
Instead of responding I keep on crying. My tears fall like a waterfall. I shouldn’t tell him why I am crying. It’s his fault. I place my hands over my face to hide my tears. Again he hesitates to walk over towards me.
“Do you want to tell me?”
“Tell you? Out of all people, you? You were the one who kidnapped me.” Without thinking twice my head pops up and the words roll off my tongue.
Tears continue to slide down my face as I wait for him to give response. Instead nothing. He just stares at me. My head falls back down into my hands. He continues to watch me cry like a child.
“You may not want to tell me now, but soon you will realize that I am all you have and the only person who actually cares about you.”
With that the door shuts tight and my tears roll down my cheeks, faster than before. Is he right? No one cares about me?