The Forgotten (on hold)

Chapter One

Chapter One

Clutching my bare legs I hugged them to my chest and slowly sunk down against the wall as I heard the tires squeal outside to a halt. He was back. Hiding behind the bed poster I quickly wiped my face of any stray tears and quietly whimpered to myself as I heard the door slam downstairs.

He was drunk today...

Tugging down the poor remains of the once white shirt I wore I tried to cover my legs as my Jean shorts were now rendered useless. They just barely now covered a quarter of my legs. It's all because of him and that knife. He cut my shorts and made slits in my shirt because apparently I wasn't showing enough skin.

He's a pervert, rapist, murderer and also a kidnapper. This man has ruined my life and his name's Lucas Villanueva. He has pitch black hair, brown but so dark eyes and the most sharpest of features on his pale face. The fact that he only ever smiles that God forbidden smile at me just terrifies me to the very core. It's the only emotion you can get out of him. It seems as though he finds my misery, joy.

I wish he would just kill me instead as sad as it sounds.

Slouching lower to the ground I winced as I heard the door creak open. I placed my numb hands still raw from my last attack and shuffled forward peeking out to find him. He was with his back to me hunched over the little sink. I couldn't quite tell what he was doing but then when I saw him dangle IT in the air, twirling IT around his fingers I froze.

Oh no, looks like we're Russian roulette tonight and he most certainly isn't drunk...

Biting back the fresh sob I forced myself backwards into my hiding place as he began whistling that tune to himself. Squeezing my eyes shut I tried so hard but I never managed to block the sounds out. The whistled tune only seemed louder, the awful sounds of his feet hitting the floor and the faint sounds of IT hitting the wall as he searched for me.

"Oh, Evelyn. My sweet, sweet Evelyn where are you? Oh, Evelyn my sweet come out. Come out wherever you are, all I only want is to play." He sang.

"My pretty little girl, it's time to play!" He belted out and I froze when his cruel eyes landed on me.

"I don't want to play." I whimpered scuttling backwards.

"But my, sweet Evelyn we must play. Tsk tsk tsk you should know by now this is our little play time." He scolded and reached forward grabbing my arm. Yanking on my arm, pulling me to my feet I cried out from the pain searing through my arm.

"WELL I DON'T WANT TO PLAY. I NEVER WANT TO PLAY AGAIN. I WISH YOU WERE DEAD!" I screamed out ripping my arm away from him only to immediately regret it. Flinching I watched the fury soar through his eyes and before I knew it he threw me to the ground leaping upon me, fists raised. Then after that, that was when beatings began.

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Screaming I shot up in bed. Flicking on the lamp and furiously rubbed my watery eyes. I was in my room I noted when my eyes finally adjusted.

"It was just a dream. Just a nightmare. Just a nightmare that happened to to real..." I choked on my words and flung the awful blanket away from me and onto the floor. Drawing up my knees and hugging them to my chest I cried and cried and cried. It had seem so real...

"Why did this have to happen to me?"

Whimpering I just sat there hugging myself in the thin white gown I wore. I was wreak. A disgrace. That's all I am. I wouldn't be worth even a penny. No one will ever believe my story and they will defiantly not believe me. If the media were ever to find out, my life would be destroyed. It would just be my breaking point. They would create this huge story. I can already see the headlines in the paper in fact.

DEAD GIRL REAPPEARS ALIVE

My life would be spread worldwide and I can't let that happen. If he sees that I'm still alive he's going to come after me again but on the other hand I would get to be reunited with my family once again. The thing is though, I'm not sure if I even want that anymore... Ok, yeah it would be nice to see the family that brought and raised me into this world but it's kind of difficult to want to see them again as we were never close.

I just, I just don't know what to do anymore...

Should I go back to my family or stay here and figure out this life for myself? If I were to stay I'd be leaving them all behind still thinking I'm there in that graveyard. My brother, Andrew has already moved out by now anyway so it's not like I'd see him as he's 29 now. My father, well he died just a few years after I was born in a car accident on his way home from work. I think I was 3 or maybe 4 at the time. It's a little blurry. Alright now all there is, is my mother, Leigh-Anne. I had gotten all my looks from her except my eyes which were from my father. Now for her I just don't know how she'd act at seeing me. Well I know she'd be shocked because of the fact that they think I'm dead but other than that I truly have no idea. We just never were all that close...

Actually now that I've thought about I think I should stay here. All I'd do is put them both at risk if I were to go back. I can't let them get hurt or worse yet, dead because of me. I won't let that happen.

"So I guess that's it, Evelyn we're staying here." I whispered softly.

I don't have any reason to go back so as of today this is the day my new life begins. I'll find myself a job. I'll get a new look with whatever money I get and I'll be starting fresh.

"Lucas Villanueva, I, Evelyn Small bid you farewell. Good luck ever finding me again..." And with that I got up and started getting ready for my new day.

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~ Cara