Kidnapped

Chapter 6

Driving back to my house felt like it was three months alone. A trip never felt so long in my life. My nerves were through the roof there is so much that could go wrong. I cant even image what she went through between worrying for me and trying to work of find me. Is she going to be mad at me of hold anything against me? She the same mom I grew up with the one who helped me up when I fell and told me everything would be okay. The one who let me sleep in her bed when I had a nightmare or I thought I saw a monster in my room. Taught me to ride a bike and when i fell of would bandage my leg. I know she's going to want everything that I went through but how am I going to tell her. Nothing to bad happened but it could have been worst. I want her to know but I don't know what to say. 

Jess pulls up to the curb she looks over at me wanting to know if  I'm ready.  I don't think I will ever be ready to see the look on my mother's face when i open the door.  I have no other choice but to go tell her everything is fine and that I'm still her little girl. It takes me awhile to get the courage to go open the door.  I have no other choice but to go tell her everything is fine and that I'm still her little girl. It takes me a while to get the courage to go open the door. As I got to knock Jess pull away we both knew what could happen if anyone found out she heard from me and didn't tell anyone. When my mom opened the door I instantly felt bad you could see the fact that she hadn't slept in days on her face in her eyes. 

How am I going to tell her everything that went on? That the guy who kidnapped me knew her. That he has been following me for a long time. Do I want them in jail for what they did?

She looked tired and stressed.i know she works long hours but i don't even want to imagine how this affected her. All the worry. Trying to find out if I was alive most people that are kidnapped die within the first twenty four hour. It was three months and I just showed up at the door with not much to say.

After not having much to say she rushes me to the hospital. At the hospital I get two female doctors. I'm guessing they are trying to make me feel safe. They ask me a couple of questions and when i don't answer they give up and start checking me for injury. When a third doctor walks in I notice there are a lot of cops outside the room I'm in talking to my mom. As they went on checking me they kept trying to get me to answer questions. Can I just be the mute girl i was for a long time and i wouldn't mind doing it all over again? I have no clue what to say but that doesn't mean I can just stop talking altogether. I can't let them win if I go back to being mute they win.

I still can't believe how long I was gone for three months. I was locked in the basement for most of it. I had only been upstairs for a month. They kept me in the basement for two. I hate that basement. It will always scare me. I'm just thankful to be out of the basement being in the dark all day and night was the worst part. I hated how I had to rely on those guys to feed me if they would have forgotten I would have had to go hungry. The bathroom was also awful. Why would you keep anyone anywhere that doesn't have a shower?

While in the hospital they figured out I had a concussion and a fractured ankle that would need a cast for six weeks but other than that I was fine. I told mom I didn't want to talk to the police yet and they agreed I would have to see a therapist to see if I was ready to talk to anyone. I have to go tomorrow. I have been in the hospital since I got home two days ago. Part of it is they needed to watch the concussion and I know my mom had a play in this also. She doesn't know how to talk to me and see what I went through. I think part of her doesn't ever want to know.