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The next morning  I woke up from the same dream, but this time I understood it, it meant somehow I had to escape Jacob before it's to late. 

I got out of bed and noticed that Jacob was still sleeping, "Perfect,"  I thought tip toeing out of his room. The first step to escaping was finding the door out, which seemed to be non existent to the tour that I had, had when I first got their.

When Jacob woke up I cuddled into his arms, thinking up ways for me to get him to show me how to escape. It was his turn to cook that day so I had a lot of time to myself.

"How am I going to get Julia to listen to me?" I thought feeling hopelessness creep back into my body. "Maybe i'll have to leave her," I thought tears starting to roll down my cheek.

The days went by fast, and each day that past Julia became more and more distant. Jacob became more possessive and me, I was working on my acting skills. 

If Jacob still believed that I loved him than I might be able to escape with or without Julia. 

Julia was the girl that was always liked , she was popular, that's why it never made sense that she hung out with us. WE were the girls on the low scale of popularity, with Julia hanging out with us she started to get teased and she became less popular.

Even though she was popular she stayed with us through thick and thin, no matter what people said she would have a come back. Everyone seemed to love her, at school. In reality she was a mess, her dad had died when she was 4, and her mother had become an alcoholic.  No one had ever known about her family life except us, we were the only people she could trust.

I can't bring myself to leaving her, it would be impossible but I might have to. 

Before any of this happened Gia had the best life out of all of us, her dad is probably looking for her now. Gia had been rich, she had nice clothes and had never had to work for anything, other than her grades, maybe it was a good thing she got kidnapped, she learned how to work for things, of course that doesn't matter now.

Lisa, she had never really talked much, she was the shy girl, never raised her hand in class, but she always had a interesting story to tell us when we would hang out after school. She had nice parents but they had never really spent time with her, not as much as her siblings.

Then their's me, the girl who liked school better than her own home, parents probably not even looking for her, always getting in trouble for things she didn't do, wanting to stay at school to get away from her own home. Staying at friend houses every other night to get away from her own home. I have had to work for a lot of things but I never would have thought I would have to work for my life.

The parents that had never loved me are the people that I want to be surrounded by the most, but than again when I escape they don't have to know that I'm alive, I could go on the run and find a new city and some new friends to hang out with, a new family to be a part of, that would accept me for who I am, that I have had a baby at 17.

If only dreaming was true.

Jacob seemed to have a perfect life, he was rich and had friends by his side each and every day. But then the non perfection, he didn't need to kidnap innocent people for the fun of it, or any reason at all. He has the perfect life with out the crimes he commits, why screw it up now?

A thought hit me like a car and it chilled me to the bone. How was I going to be accepted after I got kidnapped, raped, and got turned into a vampire? That thought turned me into thinking about Allison. Would she be a vampire when she grows up, half a vampire ,or would she a human, only time would tell.

I made a vow then and there. When she grows up no matter what I will love and take care of her. I will not be my mother.

Jacob interrupted my train of thoughts. His smile made me sick, but I forced a smile back.

" Hey babe, I need o go out and would really like it if you com with me," 

I glared up at him not saying anything. "Yes!" I manged to say before I was lead out of the room.

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