Lost Love

Lost Love Ch.3

Lost Love

Chapter three

(Bailey’s POV)

            I wake up to blurry, bright lights and blink my eyes trying to clear my vision. What am I doing here? I don’t remember anything except being in that bastard’s basement. That’s all I’ve known for at least a year, if not longer.

            “She’s awake,” I hear a voice say, excitedly. “Call her parents,” another says. As my vision clears, I see a female nurse and a male doctor looking at me. “Do you know where you are?” the male asks. I shake my head slowly, confused.

            “You’re at the hospital. I’m Dr. Phillips and I’ve been taking care of you for the past month,” he says. I look at him confused, wanting more answers. “You were kidnapped miss Lovell. About a month ago, your kidnapper had been located and the FBI went in to get you. We brought you back here and your body was so stressed and in shock, that you went into a coma.”

            “Where are my parents?” I ask, tears beginning to form. “They are on their way right now,” Dr. Phillips replies. I nod my head and he walks out of the hospital room.

            The memories of the past year start to slowly come back to me: the beatings, the sexual abuse, the harassment… everything. Also, the man who called himself “Jack”. I knew that wasn’t his real name but I didn’t dare question it.

            I can’t believe I actually got away… After that one day that I almost escaped, he locked me down even tighter so I thought it was impossible from that point on.

*Flash back*

            “I’ll be back tonight, my love,” Jack says. I glare at him but he just laughs. He walks out the door without a care in the world. He knows I can’t get out. Well, at least he thinks he knows.

            I look around at the filthy basement filled with nothing but boxes. Then, I spot my escape route. The small window located at the far wall, near the ceiling. I’ve thought about it every time he leaves, but he’s never gone long enough for me to put my plan into motion.

            I scoot over to one of the boxes and grab the old rusty knife that I found last time he left and hid behind the box for when he came back. I then start to saw frantically through the rope that bounds my wrists.

            After about an hour, the rope if finally thin enough for me rip apart myself. I free my hands and smile at my smarts. I then realize the little time that I have. I know he won’t be back until tonight, but I need to be as far away from here as possible so he can’t find me and bring me back here, beating me worse than usual. I shudder at the thought and continue through with my escape plan.

            Phase one is complete. Now, I just have to find the heaviest boxes to stack up to the window. I scoot the heaviest to the window first to be the base. Then, the second heaviest, and so on.