one (the prologue was like a flashforward type of thing so this is in the present):
Everyday is the same. I wake up, I eat soggy cereal and I walk to school. This has been my life since I was 14 years old. Now I'm a junior and I only have to survive one more year until freedom. I've already been accepted into my #1 university where I plan on becoming a psychologist. I have my whole future planned. I’ll study for my dream job and hopefully meet a boy on the way. I have a great family: mom, dad and younger sister. We aren't rich but we aren't poor, and I'd like to think we are the average family. I like being average.
I was getting dressed in my school uniform when a text flashed on my phone screen. 'cant walk today, sick :-(' Friends: letting you down since forever. I always walked to school with my best friend Elaine but I guess not today.
I went into the kitchen where my dad was reading the paper and my mom was packing me a lunch. A 16 year old can't pack her own lunch? Shut up. I grabbed a granola bar for breakfast and the lunch bag. I kissed my parents on the head and hurried out the door. I was running late today and the walk to school was about 12 minutes. I timed it. I was walking up the hill that would eventually lead to my school. I didn't remember it being this steep, but that’s probably just because I’m a lazy bone. Cars occasionally rode down the streets and one came to a stop beside me. My town was very small but yet complicated. Living here my whole life, I was pretty good with directions.
"Hi, I need some help," a man, maybe early 30's rolled down his window and held out a map. Classic. I walked off the sidewalk into the street, glancing at the map of my hometown. "I’m looking for the Fenders Inn," he said, holding out the map. I'd never heard of the Fenders Inn, which surprised me. I knew my way around town better than anyone else I knew.
"Do you know the address? I've never heard of it," I asked. A woman, I assumed to be the man’s wife, rolled down the backseat window, motioning me to come closer. I gladly walked up to her window to help. She handed me a map with the inn marked in a blue pen. I looked at the vertical and horizontal roads I knew so well and could not remember an inn ever being there. "I think you have the wrong address, I'm almost positive there isn't an inn there. There’s a Holiday Express about a block from there you might be thinking of," I said politely handing the map back to the wife. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it, putting both her hands over mine.
I assumed this was a friendly handshake until I felt pain, but she was no longer holding my hand. My whole body felt numb and I couldn't move.
"Do you need some help, sweetie?" the man said, giving me a warm smile.
"Oh, uh no, I don't think so," I said, though I couldn't get myself to move. I tried so hard to move my legs out of the road but I found myself just standing in the middle of the road.
"Let me help you out," the woman said, climbing out of the car and pushing me in behind her.
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Saying this day turned out unexpected was an understatement. I woke up with a needle connected to an empty bag in my arm. I felt groggy and I just wanted to go home to sleep.
"Wake up baby," a deep voice said. I blinked a few times and saw a familiar face, the man that asked for directions.
"Don’t call me baby, pervert," I said, sitting up and looking around the room I was in.
We were in the garage of a building and from the little window on the door I could see we were near the beach. There were docks and lots of sand. The only problem was that I lived in a landlocked state. The closest beach to me was hours away.
"I will call you baby whenever I want to Cammy," he said, sitting next to me. This man was a psychopath. First he drugs me then calls me ‘Cammy.’ He obviously has no idea what’s going on, but I probably couldn’t tell you either.
"My name isn't Cammy," I told him.
"Well it is now Cammy Turner," he smirked and kissed my forehead, making me flinch. I didn't know if I should slap him or let him kiss me. I was treading in deep waters and at any moment this man could drown me. He seemed so nice when he asked for directions but I guess that’s why my mother said to not talk to strangers.
"What’s your name?" I asked, getting enough courage to talk. It still hadn't sunk in that I was basically kidnapped but I needed to figure out how to escape from this nutjob.
"Carlton," he said. "But I prefer daddy because you are my little girl." He almost looked excited to call me his little girl. So the psycho has a kink, huh? Or maybe he actually thought I was his daughter. Yuck. I wasn't sure why I was being renamed Cammy but what did matter was how to unlock that door. Carlton left the garage and went back inside the building. I assumed it was a beach house.
The garage was cold and dull. The walls were cement and the only things around were an air mattress that I was currently sitting on, a bucket for god knows what and a flashlight.
Carlton took my backpack but I always kept my phone in my skirt pocket. You couldn’t even tell I had it on me by just glancing. I felt around on my hip and felt the hard rectangular device that could potentially save my life. It was about an hour after school started; my parents would think I ditched school. When I get home, are they going to believe I got kidnapped? There was terrible reception wherever we were but I managed to send a text to my first contact, Elaine, saying I was in trouble and I was kidnapped outside of school. I couldn’t tell any more details but I hoped the police could track my phone down. I’d seen it in crime television shows. Elaine usually texted in class so hopefully she would see it ASAP.
Before she could respond, the garage door burst back open with a fuming Carlton coming in. I tried to hide my phone but it was no use.
"Baby, whatever you are hiding, you should give it to daddy," he spoke in a quiet voice though his facial expressions said otherwise.
"I'm not hiding anything," I said in the calmest voice I could make out. He pulled me up from the mattress and saw the phone under my butt.
"First you provoke me with that school uniform of yours and now you text someone about how I quote-in-quote kidnapped you?" He was angrier by the second, pushing me against the cement wall. My phone was in pieces on the ground, so much for trying to be rescued. He really didn’t think he kidnapped me?
"Don’t be afraid baby, I won't hurt you," he says, his voice calming down suddenly. He was bipolar, I was almost positive. Living with someone with bipolar disorder is very difficult; especially if they weren’t taking their medicine and I had a feeling this man never took medication to calm his mood. I've learned about to symptoms and signs of bipolar disorder and he definitely had them.
"Carlton?" I managed to get out.
"Call me daddy, Cammy," he said, still with a firm grip on my wrists.
"You won't get away with this," I said, spitting on his face.
"Oh baby, I already have,"
a/n: so this is the first chapter of 'tucked away' and i'm super excited about it :-) just a heads up, michael doesn't come into the story for i think 3 chapters bc you need the background about carlton and "cammy"
