Captured

Chapter 5- The Trap

Days turned into weeks. My chance of escaping was becoming slimmer by the minute. I didn't feel sunlight on my skin for months, I hardly had space to breathe. Alone, barely alive, i lost all my hope for living.

"How can I be this stupid" I scorned myself. The idea of being taken, just taken away without any control over what might happen...it's terrifying. There was no way out of this nightmare.

For weeks, I didn't see or hear another being other than the voices in my head and that evil man. "Was I just another forgotten, missing kid? Did my existence mean nothing to anyone?" I asked myself for the billionth time.

As the days bleed into eachother, my nightmares took on a different twist. I now saw my deceased grandmother, in her favorite dress, which she had been burried in three years prior saying to me in a calm, voice, "I miss you son. See you soon." And she disappeared.

I woke up screaming. Peter immediately came in, looking scared and worried, and quickly gaged me. At times like this when he had to rush in, he would give me bruises all over my body, constantly burn me with his cigarette bud or beat me until I had no tears left to cry.

I couldn't continue living like this. I barely ate, slept on the floor and was physically and emotionally abused. I prayed, but my prayers weren't answered.

I occasionally and continuously heard a knocking sound. I never paid much attention but it, but today it was louder. The knocking turnt into banging which made me even more petrified than I was already. I sat in a corner, with my hands wrapped around my feet. I guessed no one but me was in the house because Peter didnt answer the door.

The knocking instantaneously stopped. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I was so scared, that I was oblivious that my nails were digging into my own skin. My breathing became loud and heavy, my eyesight became blurry and I was sweating profusely.

I heard the door slowly open and saw a tall, unknown figure which looked like a male. I couldn't make out their face because he were wearing a black hoodie. He bent down and told me in a deep voice, "You are mines." He untied me and grabbed me by my hands. While walking out the room, I saw Peter on the floor, with blood dripping out running out his mouth. He cried "Please...I don't want to be taken again. I did what you asked."

I watched in shook as Peter stretched out his hand to me for help. I pushed his hand away and smiled. "He got what he deserved." I whispered to myself. "Was this the man that Peter was startled about in the car?" The thought that I was going to be taken away by this man made me wish I was still taken by Peter. "Why is my family the target?" I questioned myself. It had a lot more about my family that my mother didn't tell me. And I wasn't planning on finding out...