Take Me Home

Father

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  I was walking home from school. It was a Wednesday. I knew my parents would get angry if I hung out with my friends again, so I only went straight home after school. Holly asked if I wanted to go back to the race track, but I told her I couldn't unfortunately. I knew my parents would give me hell again if I didn't come home till later that night, as so I only went home.

  I was coming close to our street. Only about a block away now. I held my books in my hands, as I had remembered I had a test in my science class the next day, and I needed to study that night. I wasn't too into science however I did rather good in the class. I tried not to slack off. I wanted to get out of school fast, and wanted to graduate with my friends, when it was my year. I knew if I slacked off in science I would most likely fail, and that meant I would have to be in school longer than I wanted. And that had been my only motivation to graduate. To get away from the people, mostly the students.

  It had been months since I came back, however I still got stares and whispers directed at me as I walked into classes or down halls. Stan and his friends had left me alone by now, however they still gave me weird stares and made snippy comments, but I would only give them a dirty look, and ignore them. I hadn't become too bothered with them. And after I beat the shit out of Stan that one day, he mostly left me alone now. Which I was grateful for.

  As I continued to walk on, I had become so lost in thought, I hadn't even realized the noise and the car behind me. And within moments, a pair of hands came out from behind me, as they were fairly large and strong, wrapping around my torso and mouth, as they dragged me back. It caught me off guard, as I dropped my books in a hurry, and tried fighting this person off.

  I tried getting them off me, as I struggled and kicked and jolted. My heart pounded against my chest, as my nerves had spiked and I panicked. No, no, NO! I screamed in my head as I tried yelling through the muffled hand, but no sound came out. And before I knew what was going on, the man threw me into the trunk of the car, as I tried kicking more and getting away.

  Right as he stood there above me, looking down at me in the trunk, with a grim smile and sick look, I realized I knew this man. It was Martins. He smiled at me again, as my heart raced more, and that panic and fear and hurt feeling had returned by my side once more, as I moved quicker and tried running, but he held me down again and punched me hard in the face as I fell back in the trunk.

  "You're not going anywhere, Chris. You can never get away from me," he spoke in a harsh and terrorist tone, the one I had remembered so well.

  How did he get out? Wasn't he locked up? How did he escape? My mind kept wondering on, as my head pounded from the hit and I kept trying to fight his grip, however before I could try and get away, he closed the trunk real fast, and within moments, I felt the car begin to move. And my heart almost stopped as I could feel how fast we were leaving the spot he had grabbed me, and I freaked out as I banged my hands and feet against the top of the trunk.

"NO! NO! LET ME OUT! LET ME GO! NOOO! SOMEONE HELP ME!" And that sinking feeling, and that terror and fear and pain all came whaling back towards me, as I knew I would never get away this time. I would forever be trapped with him. I could never get away.

  "NOOOO!"
***

  I was jolted awake as I jumped real high, and took a deep and powerful breath in, as I opened my eyes wide and realized I was still in my dark room, as the moonlight still shone through the window, and Cody was laying in his bed next to mine.

  I began to try and calm down, taking deep breaths, and placing a hand on my forehead. I was sweating something fierce, as my heart ran a mile a minute. It felt as if it could explode at any moment, just by how fast it was beating. I swallowed hard as my mouth was dry, and I sat up in a hurry, trying to calm myself down more.