Danielle Avila is a typically quiet girl. She's smart, trustworthy, and quiet. Her best friend, Ava Maden is the outgoing one of the party. However, not even Ava can lighten her up as she has multiple flashbacks of her past. Danielle struggles to li...
The door of my house opens abruptly during my screaming. My mom stands there with worry and tears rolling down her face. Her face is red which hence that she has been crying hard.
She grabs me at the steps I stand on and embraces me in a tight hug. Only then do I stop yelling in fear of all the pain I went through. She holds me so tight refilling me in the love that I need.
My mom kisses me on my head and says, "Danielle I didn't know where you were, you-you got me all worried- and I was-was SCARED Danielle."
"Mom, I am sorry for sneaking out." I reply with guilt.
I did sneak out of the house to see David. I thought my mom was going to be working overtime tonight so I didn't think I would have to run into her. I feel so bad for making my mom go through all of this. I shouldn't be so careless, forget boys. I rub my temples to try and get David out of my head because an overwhelming amount of questions appear.
As I leave my mom's arms I glance around the room to see my best friend Ava in surprise.
Ava runs to me and start yelling and crying about how she is so sorry and how this is her fault. I reassure her that it's alright and everything is okay.
"Thank you so much mom and Ava for loving me to care for my craziness."
"Yeah, sorry it's just when you didn't reply to my forty calls and many messages I called Ava and you also didn't respond to her messages either." States my mom.
My phone. I must have left it on the table with David! That's the moment when I can't hold it anymore. I just start spilling out everything that happened with David. Through every detail dealing with how I felt including the tears.
As I tell everything that went on with David and I. Which isn't much at all besides my memories. My mom and best friend give me reassuring looks of concern. Ava keeps saying sorry stating how she didn't know that David was the same boy I encountered when I was kidnapped.
The days when I was kidnapped isn't something that I really talk about. I try to forget that it even happened to me, but the thoughts never leave my mind at night. On the days when I try to relax and genuinely feel happy, my old memories come to eat me up. I call Ava when ever I have the nightmares because I can easily tell her all about it and know that she will be understanding.
I feel like the reason why the memories still haunts me is because the man that did this to me and several other kids were not caught. I escaped but he was never found. I never talked to any of the other kids that I saw when I was kidnapped. I never cared to because I decided to put that life behind me and start out fresh. And everything has been going really good. That is until I met David today.
"Danielle I want to remind you that I am always here for you, I know that I work an awful lot, but you can always talk to me"
"I know mom thank you."
Ever since my dad was a suspect of murdering a girl, he had to leave the country and go to Australia for a "boxing tournament". I haven't heard from him in three years.
"It's 12:34 Danny so I have to go, sorry again." Ava says.
Wow, I left on the date with David at 9:45. How long was I running home for? I mean, where did the time go?
"Come on Danielle let me wrap that horrible bloody foot up for you and take out the glass." sighs my mom as she walks to the bathroom.
My mom was going to be a doctor but found a greater love in police work instead. She's one of the towns greatest Detectives. I know this because the crime my dad committed was never known about because my mom covered it. They got close, but not nearly fast enough.
After my mom cares for my foot I limp up to my room. My right foot is messed up really bad, I might have to go to the hospital. No. I can just weight this out, I don't need any help.
I lay in my bed and wrap myself in the covers. I'm filled with comfort and warmth. I love my bed. I stretch my arms and knock my pillows off of my bed. I then, catch sight of my phone.
I pick it up and double tap the screen and see no missed calls at all. The only message that I see is one from the same unknown number: David.
The smart thing to do is tell my mom about how my phone just magically re-freaking appeared in my room, but I'm tired of being smart.
I click on the message icon to read the one David sent me.
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Why is he acting like he doesn't remember? Was he brainwashed or something?
The only way of how I recognized him was from him scar on his hand. His face looked very different, as if he got surgery. No reason his face looked so perfect.
I block his number and throw my phone on the other side of the room. Not out of anger just fatigued.
I have trouble going to sleep for school tomorrow. As memories haunt me to death.
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I was going to finish this book but, no one is really reading it. So I'm stopping it sorry. Why am I saying sorry no one reads this. Well sorry to my past self for not finishing. HEHAR
