The Classified Files

File #6

Name: Rochelle Brown        

Age: 16

Height: 5’3

Relations/Siblings: Only child

Description: Brown hair, brown eyes

            I walked up to my house, getting home earlier than usual because of the pounding headache that had been troubling me all day. As I unlocked the door, expecting a silent and empty house, I heard noises coming from the second floor. Moans and grunts drifted downstairs, and I grimaced. This is so not what I needed today.

            All of a sudden, a thought struck me. Who was upstairs? It couldn’t possibly be my parents, because my dad was out of town on a business meeting. What the hell? I slowly walked upstairs, making sure I was being as quiet as possible. What I saw was scarring, and I shut my eyes, not wanting, nor needing to see anymore. My mom was in the master bedroom, along with a man who was definitely not my father.

            Once I got over it, I screamed from anger, “Mom! What the hell are you doing? How could you do this to me and Dad?”

            The two jump apart, pretending that they were innocent. Unfortunately, they were caught, by me, in a quite uncompromising situation, and in no way would I let them off the hook. “You know what? I’m done here. I can’t take this today,” I suddenly declare, taking off down the stairs, retracing the route I had just walked.

            Leaving my phone, keys and everything at home, I storm out the front door as I hear my mother trying desperately to call me back. I wasn’t really angry, more disappointed in my mother- the fact that she would go to such measures meant that my father and I were really nothing to her.

            Deflated, I barely saw the white van pulling up beside me until it was too late. The man, dressed in all black threw me to the ground and pinned me. I was completely and utterly helpless; my struggles and efforts were futile.

            Throwing me into the back of his car, my screams and cries for help left my throat raw and sore, and he shoved a gag into my mouth unceremoniously. Using another rag that I knew for sure to be chloroform, he placed it over my nose and waited, as I tried to delay the breath I knew I couldn’t hold back.

            Maybe I could just pretend to pass out, to pretend to breathe the chloroform in. And then figure out where I was really going, and what my fate was.