Lost and Found Trilogy: Dmitri

Chapter One

Fair warning this is going to be rough...

PSA- THERE ARE MENTIONS OF RAPE AND PHYSICAL ABUSE! I'M SORRY FOR THAT, BUT IT HAD TO HAPPEN.

It all started with a fight. That's how most of my days started, throughout my childhood. A fight, a scream and then if I was unlucky that day, a bruised body part. Not many people can say that they have faced the devil, but I can almost positively identify that man. He has been in my life since day one and only really showed his true colors when my mom died. Instead of being a loving father, he turned angry, resentful, out for revenge on the one person that killed her, me.

Now when I say I killed her, I'm not talking in hypotheticals. I killed her. I watched her die in front of me. Death isn't a fun thing to watch. It's painful and makes you wonder what you could do to be put in their place instead of watching someone, especially a loved one, be placed in that position. You would do anything to save that one person, sacrifice anything, be anyone. It's hard watching the only person who truly gets you to be killed because of your stupid, inconsiderate mistake. That was two years ago, when I was sixteen. Now I lasted two years in that house afterwards, suffering physical, mental and even sexual abuse, that all changed when I turned eighteen. On that day, I thought for sure that I would be able to leave this abusive household, wouldn't you? When I told my father I was leaving on my eighteenth birthday, he decided to give me a--How do I put this delicately-- going away party. He invited a bunch of his friends over and...well you can probably guess what happened. It lasted three days. Three days of continuous assault, no reprieve, and since he had invited many of his friends and they brought friends of their own, as it was an open invitation, I was in a trap. Once I couldn't take it anymore. I decided that enough was enough. After three days of that hell, I realized that if I was going to die here, I was going to make it worth my troubles.

That's when I smacked the guy that was on top of me, and in his shock, he recoiled back. I took my chance and kneed him hard enough that he fell off of me and landed on the floor. In my rush to get out of the room, I could only grab a change of clothes. I didn't have enough time to change into them, I ran out the door as fast as I could since the windows in the room where I was being kept were all barred shut since my younger years. As I ran down the hallway, I could hear the footsteps of everyone climbing the stairs and I knew that I didn't have the time to figure anything out, so I did the only thing I could think of and went to the one room that had a lock on it. My father's room. No one was allowed in there. Not even his friends. He kept the key hidden outside, so I knew, if he wanted to get through, he would try to kick it down, which would still, hopefully, give me enough time to get dressed and out through the window. Of course, this all hypothetical, if the door was unlocked I wouldn't have any problems. If it wasn't...I don't even want to go down that thought process. The footsteps were getting closer, and closer. I took the chance and twisted the knob. It was unlocked. Thank God. I ran into the room and barricaded the door as well as I could with the dresser. I had the door blocked in the knick of time, for just as I barricaded the door the men caught up with me. So without wasting time I got dressed as quickly as I could. Once I was dressed, I looked around the room for anything I could use to protect myself if I couldn't get out of the house quick enough. As I looked around I spotted a chest underneath my so called father's bed. If I wasn't looking I would have missed it. I pulled the chest out and to my surprise there was a will, on top of everything in the chest, along with locket that my mother used to wear wherever she went, and a stack of money underneath everything. It was almost as if the chest had not been touched since my mother died.

The pounding was getting louder and the dresser was starting to move. Time to move Alexandria. In a mad rush I grabbed everything I could and looked around the room for something to carry all of this stuff in. I spotted a purse and focused on placing everything in it. Then, I looked at the nearest window and realized that it was shut tight with a thick layer of dust coating the frame. How am I supposed to get out? Think Alex, think. If only there was something you could use to break the window. I looked around the room one last time, my fight or flight instincts kicking in. I saw the chest one more time. Would that work? The door started to splinter. It's worth a try. Screw it. I grabbed the wooden chest and threw it at the window. C'mon, C'mon, please God. Let this window break so I can get out. Then, by some miracle, the window broke. Thank the lord above. C'mon Alex, you need to move. The door is starting to splinter and crack even more, you have, at most, five minutes. Get out the goddamn window. With that thought in mind I poked my head out the window to make sure that none of the monsters were outside. Once I made sure I was in the clear I dropped out the window with the purse and everything. As soon as I reached the ground and made sure everything was okay, considering I did just jump out a second story window, I ran all the way down the street and made sure I was at least two blocks away before I asked for help. I didn't trust my neighbors anymore. No one would blame you Alex, half of them helped out in your father's "parties". I came up to a big house in the middle of the street with a good amount of land between them and their neighbors. Do you think that's a good idea? You just got out of a bad situation, do you really want to go into another one? It's worth a try and not many things can be worse than unrestrained rape and assault by multiple people along with your own father. It's your decision. I'm just here to steer you in the right direction. I know Alice and I thank you for that, you've been here throughout everything. Thank you. No problem Alex. Now go knock on the door. I walked up to the door and knocked. A big hulking man opened the door and stared me down, as if he was trying to kill me just for knocking on the door. " Hello Sir, my name is Alexandria Marie Eckleson. I was wondering if there was anyway for you to help me. I've been running for about three blocks and I need to use the bathroom. Is there anyway you could let me use your bathroom then a phone to call the police." I tried to say as politely as I could, although he just continued to stare at me, almost as if he hadn't understood me. Alice can you tell me if he speaks a different language or if I just didn't explain right. Sure Alex, hmm let's see. Shit, Alex get out of there. Why? Alice explain. Alex, darling, you've stumbled onto the house of one of the most influential Italian mobsters of his generation. Okay, and? So the language is Italian. Thanks Alice. "Okay Hugo. I know you can't understand me, so here I go. My Italian is a little rusty, but here, "Ciao Sir, il mio nome è che Alexandria Marie Eckleson.I mi stavo chiedendo se c'era comunque per aiutare me.Ho corso per circa tre isolati e ho bisogno di usare il bagno.C'è comunque che potrebbe mi lasci usare il vostro bagno poi un telefono per chiamare la polizia."