Jace:
I can't believe what she's been going through all this time. Getting raped time and time again from age 8 till now. I'm gonna get her out this mess and put that twisted freak away for good. But first I have to find her parents. I went to the library and looked up 'Skylar Jenson' I saw there has been recent updates from a person called Depressed4life weird but I understand. I check the information about the where abouts of the parents of Skylar Jenson. I spotted a cell phone number and copied it down. I then looked at the home address and memorized it 4th and Park house 203. Okay that should do. Now all I have to do is call the police and bring Skylar back to her parents. That should be easy right?
A shadow loomed over me and I felt something cold seep through my shirt and onto my back.
"Come with me, or you won't live to see tomorrow." A deep voice briskly whispered in my ear. It's him, I fumbled with my phone and lowered the volume, I dialed 1 and talk letting me speak to 911. I hid it in my inside jacket pocket.
"Walk outside the library I'll be waiting." The man walked out the library hiding the gun he just recently put to my back. I got up nervously
And grabbed my jacket. I whispered inside,
"Uh 911, I would like to report a missing girl found and possibly *gulp* murder." I couldn't hear what they was responding back but I knew I couldn't answer. I walked out the library.
* * *
He told me to go in the trunk and I did. He slammed it down on me and it became pitch black. I whipped out my phone and quickly whispered "He put me in his trunk! Help!" I ended the call and text Lira.
|Me: Call the police. Skylar's 'Dad' took me. You know where he lives tell the police. He has a gun hurry!|
I went back go 911 and called, this is just in case Lira doesn't remember where he lives I wedge it all the way in back of trunk out of sight. I tried to keep deep breaths but ended up hyperventilating. Keep calm, keep calm, do what he says or it'll be the end of me or worst the end of Skylar. I have to be brave for her.
* * *
He forced me out the trunk and told me to help him with something. He brought me to the back seat and I almost choked on what I saw. Skylar, beaten her nose bleeding, Her hair a mess, bruises everywhere... I wanted to cry.
"She's not dead you whimp. Now help me get her inside."
I did what he said picking my precious Skylar's weak-beaten body and carrying her legs while he held onto her upper half. We soon came into Skylar's room that was unmistakable covered in seamen and blood. I flinched at the sight of the handcuffs near her bed, the wall, the floor...
"Throw her on the bed" he instructed me. While he threw her on the bed, I placed her feet onto the bed gently.
"So Jace, what got you snooping about Skye here?" He looked at me.
"How do you know my name?" I said a bit creeped out.
"Research of course! Jace Wellington Smith, family of 5, 3 kids and your mom and dad. You've loved my Skylar for quite some years huh?"
"Your Skylar?"
"Yes My Skylar, and she could be yours too..." He gave me a smirk that almost scared me to death.
"W-What do you mean?"
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