Desperation

Chapter Nine: Dad

(Bailey's POV:Date:A week after the kidnapping.)
I had no idea how long I'd been there. We never moved, and never went anywhere. He was always with me. It was the days that he didn't talk that scared me the most. I still hadn't had my blindfold removed, nor the tape- Well, he'd replaced the tape with rope when I managed to break it. I'd struggled enough that I had actually snapped the tape on my wrists. He got so mad at me for that. He beat me so hard I thought I was going to die. I wanted to die.
There was nothing else left for me. I'd been given water once every now and then, I knew I was dehydrated. I knew I couldn't continue living this way. I was going to die soon. I hadn't been fed in the whole time I'd been here. Maybe it was a couple days. Maybe it was a month. Time seemed to drag on and on. I was growing weaker. I didn't know if I'd slept. I didn't know if I was dying. "They're looking for you, Bailey." He said quietly. "They figures out that you didn't die in the fire." I didn't respond. I'd stopped talking a while ago. I stopped screaming. When he hit me, I would grunt, but try not to give him the noises he wanted.
"Do you know how long it's been, Bailey?" He asked. I didn't respond. I kept quiet. "You should know. It's been a whole week." Her do this sometimes. He'd tell me it'd been hours, that it'd been months. I never knew when he was telling the truth. He was trying to break me, I think. I was already broken. I thought back to Daniela. "Live your best life and I'll live mine." I broke the deal. This wasn't living. This wasn't life. This was hell. I was in hell. "Do you wanna know something even better?" He asked. "They've went right over us. They'll never find us." He said. "We are ten feet under the ground in an old bunker."
He'd never told me that before. I think he was only telling me now because he was cocky. But for all I knew, that was a lie too. We could just be in a house in the middle of the woods, in the basement. We could be anywhere. I could try and escape if I had the ties off. If I had the blindfold off. I started devising a plan. Maybe if I could convince him I loved him he would give me a little more freedom. Then I could see what I'm working with. I was shaking. I had to try. "I love you, you know.." the words hurt me to say.
"What's that?" He asked. "I love you. I loved you ever sense you and mom got together." I was working on the lie in my head as I talked. "But I was just twelve. I didn't understand what it meant. I didn't know what love was." I heard him walking around me. I felt his eyes on me. "So when you tried to give me love.. I got scared." "Do you really think I'm that stupid?" He asked. "I don't.. you're smart. You're so smart. You figured out how to get me away from them and brought me here. Now no one can be between us." I prompted. "Damn right I'm smart." He said proudly.
"It's... it's cute when you get proud like that, you know." I said. I started pretending he was someone I actually loved. Zach. "You get all proud and you get a look on your face.. a little smirk. Your voice gets a sexy tone to it." I felt him lay down on the floor with me and wrap his arms around me, holding me. "You really think so..?" He bit my neck. "I do.. I can prove my love to you. I can show you just how much I love you. I'll show you I'm yours. But I don't wanna be tied. I wanna be the top." I forced myself to act seductive. "I wanna sit on your lap and look you in the eyes and tell you I'm all yours."
His hand slid up under my shirt and rubbed my body. "Untie me, daddy." I ordered. "Okay, darling..." he was turned on. I felt him on me, growing a hard one. He pulled away and removed my blindfold. The light burned my eyes. They'd become so used to the darkness that I was blinded by the light. I felt the bonds loosening on my ankles. He was insane. He actually believed me. I couldn't be frantic. I wanted to just run away, but I knew if I was too frantic, and didn't fully plan everything out, he'd catch me. And he'd do god knows what to me.
He left my hands bound. "Just in case you try anything." When my vision finally adjusted to the light I saw the rope around my wrists was bound around my wrists and then another rope was looped in with it, leading into a dark, far corner of the room. Shit. How had I not noticed that before? That ruins everything. I didn't know how long that rope was. I glanced around. There was a table that had the weapons he'd used on me- a knife and a bat- a bed, and a cell phone. A cell phone. He saw my eyes looking over there. "What?" He asked. "Is that the bat you used on me..?" I asked. "It is." He agreed. I stumbled to my feet. Amazingly, I still remembered how to stand up.
I hadn't stood up the whole time I'd been there. I had trouble but I walked over to the table, testing the rope. It was long enough. I made it to the table, Jeb right behind me. He rubbed my sides from behind and kissed my neck. "What is it, baby..?" He asked. He was fucking crazy. He really believed that I loved him. I grabbed the phone, keeping him occupied by pushing my butt against him, and quickly pressed the emergency call button. They could trace the call. I left the phone on and shoved it in my pants to make sure he couldn't take it and turn it off. As long as it was on, it could be tracked. As long as I could call the police. Then grabbed the bat. It all happened so fast. I tried to swing at him, but h figured me out.
"You bastard!" He screamed. "You lying bastard!" He grabbed the bat from me and hit me upside the head with it. I remember falling to the ground and that was it. I woke up in the same position I'd been in for the longest time. Bound up, with a blindfold on. I heard nothing but an engine roaring. We were in a car. I didn't want him to know I was awake. I thought over what I'd done. What did I do wrong? I thought I'd been fast enough. I was sure I'd been fast enough. How did he catch onto me?
I wanted John. I wanted to be saved. Suddenly the car stopped. Surely we hadn't been driving long enough to be out of state. We couldn't have been but a couple hours from where we started. I heard a trunk open and felt myself being lifted. I was curled up into fetal position. I felt the warm spring air and the rain pouring down on me. We walked for a long time. Where were we? I felt hopeless. I was going to die. I knew I was going to die with this guy. Why me. Why did he fixated on me. I was just a kid. My body stung.
Finally we were out of the rain. He carried me down another flight of stairs and he threw me over his shoulder as he struggled to open another door. He threw me on the ground. "Wake up, you little shit!" He screamed and yanked the blindfold off. "I tried to let you stay in desperation! I tried." He explained. I sat there, looking up at him. That's when I remembered the phone in my jeans. He just needed to leave me alone for a minute. Just a minute.
He screamed at me for a while, losing his mind. He was making no sense. I knew he was mentally fucked. Something was wrong in his head. He wasn't just some random asshole. He walked out of the room and slammed the door shut. I struggled for a bit to maneuver my hands in their bounds to get the phone and rip the tape off my mouth. I called John. "Pick up.." I begged silently. Every second counts. Finally he picked up. "Who is this?" He asked. "Dad it's me please hurry I don't know where I am.." I started crying. I didn't mean to. "Trace the call.." I heard Jeb coming back and instantly hung up, hiding the phone in my jeans again.
Jeb opened the door, seeing me untied. I got up and darted past him as fast as I could. I ran up the stairs and ran through the house as fast as I could. I recognized it. It was the old orphanage. The one that was abandoned. As I was running I called John back. "It's the old orphanage! Hurry!" I felt a paralyzing pain in my back. He'd hit me with the bat. I collapsed to the ground and flipped over to look up at him. He reeled the bat back. I thought you loved me, you bastard.." he mumbled. "I love you." He swung the bat at me again, and I rolled out of its way. It busted a hole in the hardwood floor next to my head.
"I loved you!" He screamed, swinging again. I rolled as fast as I could and as far as I could, stumbling to my feet. He raised his bat to hit me again and as I turned to run, I saw John. He had his gun aimed. "Bailey, duck." He screamed. Quickly, I dropped to the floor and heard a loud BANG, and my ears rang. I turned and saw Jeb fall to his knees, then forward toward me. A pool of his own blood surrounded him. I stared at him. Was it a dream? How did John get to me that fast? He dropped down next to me and wrapped his arms around me tightly, holding me closely and crying. His tears soaked my shirt. "Dad.." I sighed, wrapping my arms around him and crying with him.
I heard the sirens of ambulances and police cars pulling in around the building and a bunch of cops broke in, darting around us. "I'm so sorry son, I'm sorry I wasn't fast enough.." he mumbled. How long had I been gone? How long did Jeb have me? In the car ride to the hospital, I saw myself in the rear view mirrors I was covered in bruises. I was bone thin. There was a sick look about me, dark rings under my eyes and blood staining my nose and mouth. I didn't recognize myself. I looked down at the bruises around my wrists.
John- dad, was still mumbling apologies to me. "How long..?" I asked. "How long did he have me..?" "Two weeks." Dad said quietly. "It's been two weeks. I thought you were dead." Two whole weeks.. I thought it'd only been days. I nodded slightly. "Is he dead..?" I asked. "Yeah. He's dead. I shot him between the eyes." "What did I miss in town..?" I asked, changing the subject. "Zach's homophobic parents kicked him out when they found out he was gay, so he and Melvin live with us now. Meredith exiled Mel and Zach's parents from the town so they're gone. Chris has decided to live with us, too." He explained.
"Michael and I are also together." He smiled a little at me. "I took your advice." I smiled slightly. "I'm proud of you." I said. "Thanks. You too." He said. "You're strong." Strong.. I liked that.