When All Hope Is Lost

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Chapter One- The Police

"Officer Brandy, we have an emergency, please come down here immediately," the gray haired male police officer said through his speaker, as I walked up to the Police Station in my short yellow dress, which was torn to shreds practically, and drenching wet from my dive earlier. I hadn't even spoke a word for the plump officer, which I caught had a name of Phil Bucksworth, to call in back up.

"My name is Hope Charsity. I was kidnapped, but I escaped," I responded frantic, grasping onto the officers head wooden desk that he sat at. Old brown eyes widening as he looked up to a board titled 'Missing Children' above him, which I looked to as well, I could see myself pinned directly in the center. It was a school yearbook picture of myself last year when I was 17 and a Junior at Edger High School, my school in Edgerton, Wisconsin. Small little dimples popped on through on the side of my small pale skinned face, as my medium length wavy light brown hair and green eyes showed through brightly.

"Oh, Hope! Your family is going to be so pleased! Here, take a seat while I bring back some clothes for you. Are you hurt? Do you need anything?" officer Bucksworth questioned in the end, looking back down from the board and gathering me over to a different room to place me down in a soft, black swivel chair. 

"No, sir. I'm not hurt and I don't need anything..." I told him, even though my mouth was burning with thirst. I just didn't want to bother him and slow down any way of me getting home faster. 

"Alright, well hold on one minute," he smiled, nodding his head before darting out of the room. I sighed after he left, leaning back a bit in the black swivel chair I sat in, and looked around. The office was a boring, dull room with no windows and plain concrete walls and floors. Officer Busksworth's desk, however, was a vibrant color of oranges and yellows as he filled it with little sticky notes and pictures of what seemed to be family. It was cute in a weird way, and made me feel more comfortable in the box-like room.

"Here you go honey," Officer Bucksworth said as he came back with some jeans and a baggy black sweater. I thanked him, while walking into the bathroom he led me to and changing fast. He told me not to wash my hands or touch the dress I wore too much, for they would need to scan for fingerprints on me and the dress to see if they could find and search down the kidnappers. I agreed to doing what he said, while changing and coming back out. That was when I suddenly remembered the guy who had drove me here, and how I knew he had come into the station with me as well. I had been so caught up in myself that I totally forgot about the one in which had saved me...

"Alright, now we have already called your family and they are on their way now. Follow me and we will bring you into the examining room to wait for your family," Officer Bucksworth told me, pushing my thoughts aside, as he waited for me outside the bathroom and led me to the examining room.

It was merely another blank room, with a small camera positioned in the top corner, along with an empty gray table and black chairs gathered around. They had finger printed me at first, but soon left me to myself. in the large room. "Just wait in here, Officer Brandy will be right with you to ask you a few questions," he said, before leaving the room yet again in a rush.

After about five minutes, I heard the door creak open, sending me to look back immediately to see my mom, Georgia, dad, Nathan, and six year old brother, Ethan all rushing into the room. I smiled, rushing out of my chair and flinging myself at them all, hugging them with as much strength as I could.

"I missed you so much!" I cried, as I let them go and looked at their crying faces as well. My mother was the worst, however, as her makeup ran down from her foggy green eyes and smeared at the tip of her pink lips. I could only imagine how she acted when they found out I was gone...

"Hope, my baby! I'm so glad you're safe!" she cried, wrapping her skinny pale arms around me and enclosing me in another bear hug. She smelled like fresh picked roses, sending me to lean into her hug even more. She always smelled like flowers, considering she worked as a florist, leaving my home always smelling lovely as well.

That, however, never really passed by my father, who worked as a construction worker and thought flowers were too girly for him when he came home from work.  He said he needed more of a 'manly vibe' at home...or at least somewhat.

"I was always safe, I made sure to be! I intended to come home, you know," I told her, wiping away the tears and pulling away from her to hug my dad once more too.

"I'm glad you kept fighting. You're a very strong girl," he told me with a shaky voice, as Ethan came over and hugged me once more as well.

"I had no one to play with!" he laughed, as he looked up to my five foot six height.

"I know," I depressingly said, smiling though at how cute he was. I never once imagined having a sibling, until of course, my mom got pregnant by accident one day when I was eleven. I hated the fact she was having a boy, but once that brown haired, green eyed wonder popped out of her, it was love at first sight.

"If you could all take a seat," I heard a woman ask, walking into the room. "My name is Officer Brandy," she started, sending my mom to choose a seat beside me at the table as my blonde haired, still slightly crying, brown eyed father moved a chair beside her; sitting Ethan on his lap.

"I am the investigator, and I would like to ask Hope, and anyone else that may have witnessed anything, some questions," officer Brandy said in a slightly harsh tone, as she took a seat across the table, her long black hair flowing a bit as she adjusted herself. She looked incredibly young, with her dark skin and blue eyes that seemed to stare at every living person in the room like they were a murderer.

"The guy who drove me here...did you investigate him yet?" I asked, leaning forward a bit in my chair as my mom wrapped her arm around me. None of my parents knew anything, so I knew they were already lost.  

"No, I didn't know he was here with you, I will get right onto that next then," she responded, tapping her long, plain nails against the table and pulling out a folder from underneath her arm which I never once saw. "Now, Hope, I need this basic information to account to others that you are the correct match we are looking for. So please answer honestly," I nodded after hearing her, waiting for her as she pulled out a pen and paper and began writing. "What is your full name,"

"Hope Anne Charsity," I hesitated, as if it was the hardest question in the world.  

"Good, now birth date?"

"October, 12, 1997," I told her, as she scribbled down what I said in the header of her white paper.

"And address, along with city and state?"

"3440 Newton Street. Edgerton, Wisconsin," I said once more, pushing my  wet hair behind my shoulders.

"Okay, thank you. That is it for the basics," she said, as she looked me up and down. "Now, to get to the story. I would like to specifically talk with Hope about this. So if the rest could please exit and wait in the waiting room," she told my family, as they looked at her in disbelief.

"That is my baby! I get to hear everything!" my mother screamed, standing up from her chair and straightening out her long white coat she wore considering it was September here and cold.

"I understand, but ma'am, your daughter I am sure will tell you afterwards. I just need to speak with her privately. Plus, it is for her own good," officer Brandy calmly said, shooting my mother daggers.

"Alright, alright, but honey, just call us if you need anything. We will just be waiting outside the room," my mother said, kissing my forehead and slowly yet surely leaving the room with the rest of the family.

"Thank you," officer Brandy yelled, as my father closed the door after them all, leaving only me and her. "Like I was saying, I would like to hear your story. Please start from the beginning giving as many details as possible,"

I nodded, closing my eyes and thinking back. Trying real hard to get as many details as I could for her, I started at the very moment that I was kidnapped....July 4th, 2016....