Bittersweet Heartstrings

Prologue

I screamed and the man knocked me out. That's the last thing I remembered. But, I also remembered that I called 911 right before he came in. They were sure to find me. After all, who doesn't think it's suspicious when someone calls 911 then abandons the call screaming?

The next time I woke up, I saw that I was strapped to a chair in...a bedroom? Then came the pain in the back of my head. It was so painful, that I just blacked out again.

That night, I woke up one more time. When I did, the man was standing in front of me. He looked no more than twenty. He smiled maliciously at me. I cringed. He stepped closer to me, running his hand down my cheek.

"Hello, Carson ."

Then, I screamed as loud as I could, hoping their were neighbors that would know something was wrong. But, my scream didn't last long because the boy gagged me. 

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I woke up on the bed, wearing nothing but my undergarments. I think I was awake before. I must've been. The thought of what most likely happened scared me, though. It terrified me so much that I started crying. 

The boy came in the room, then. He just sauntered in, wearing nothing but his boxers. I curled up into a ball, trying to make myself invisible, I suppose. He laughed, an evil glint in his eyes. I whimpered as he started towards me.

"Remember what happened, sweetheart?" He put his face in front of mine, dragging his lips across my jawbone. I shivered.

Even though he removed the gag, I kept my mouth shut. Not talking to him would be the smart move. 

"Just go to sleep, will you? Less work for me." He abruptly drew back and left the room, locking the door behind him.

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The sirens woke me up. I was asleep and--wait, sirens? They found me quicker than I had expected. It had only been a day. That unfinished phone call helped, I suppose. People, presumably the police, were banging around the house. I heard doors being flung open and items being dumped onto the floor. They were searching for the kidnapper and myself.

Two policemen barged into my room, one busting open the door, the other had a shot-gun aimed inside. The one weaponless man came over to me, asking if I was alright. I was too in shock to say anything. He tossed me my dress, which laid across the room. I tugged it on and followed the two of them out.

"She's the only one here. Whoever took her is gone." One policeman stated.

"Are there any traces?" Another asked.

"We need to do a thorough scan of the property. Get the girl back to her home." The chief, I assume, ordered the two who had found me.

We walked outside into the cool autumn air. One of the policemen dialed a number and soon, my Mom came to the house. She was crying as she hugged me. I weakly hugged her back. 

The police discussed something with my Mom. She had her poker-face on. But as soon as we hopped in the car and drove away, she started crying again. 

"Mom?" I asked.

"Yes, honey?" She turned to look at me.

"Can we get some food? I'm starving." I attempted a smile, but it was hollow.

"Of course!" She smiled at me, driving to the nearest fast food restaurant.

We ate and went home. I fell asleep even though I wasn't even tired. However, my Mom stayed up all night, restless. 

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That was the worst night of my life. Every now and then, bits and pieces of that night come back to me. Soon, I imagine I'll be able to piece the whole night together and I'll understand what happened.