Anonymous

Chapter 2 Anon

"I hate you!" I screamed at the top of my lungs to my father. "What did you just say to me, Lacey?" a look of pure anger rolled over my fathers rough face. I think about what just came out of my mouth. I've never, and never thought I would say I hated my parents. My dad slapped my left check, not too hard, but hard enough to leave a red patch. He stormed in his room and slammed the door. Just at that moment, mom walked through the front door, carrying a bag of groceries. She notices the look of disgust on my face and drops the groceries of on the kitchen counter, no sooner running over to me. "What happened!?" "Why is your cheek red?" she said, looking worried. "Just leave me alone." I say as I feel a tear trickle down my face. I push her hands away from my cheek and run out of the house as quickly as possible. I run, not looking back. I can't even believe myself. I sit down next to a stop sign on the corner of West and Stone road. The single tear quickly turns into a flood of tears. I hear footsteps walk towards me, I assume it's either one of my parents, but instead it's a stranger.

I feel hands grasp my shoulders, I scream, as loud as possible. I try getting away, only to get thrown down by the strong stranger. I scream, hoping someone will hear my cry for help. After minutes of trying to escape, I went blank. I can't seem to open my eyes. When I finally come to, I open my eyes to see nothing but pure darkness. I scream. Where am I? What the fuck is going on? I cry uncontrollably until I feel soft hands touch me, I jerk the opposite way. "Sh..." it says. "Who are you and where the fuck am I you asshole!" "I'm not him.. I promise... I'm Caleb... I've been captive for 7 years." "What?!" I can't even come to my senses. "Once again, I'm Caleb. Caleb Hurley; Iv'e been in this shit hole for seven years. His name is Anon. For anonymous." "He kidnapped me from a park when I was eight years old." "Don't speak when he comes... he will kill you on the spot." "We can get through this together." "Now may I ask your name?"

"I-I'm Lacey... Lacey Harp." Just as I begin to speak, I hear loud footsteps come down the creaking steps. I curl my body up in a circle. I'm shaking. A sudden light flickers on. "Hello, Lacey. I'm Anonymous. You can call me Anon."