He Saved Me, Loved Me, Wanted Me
I.
I slowly opened my eyes, only seeing things in a blur. I didn’t remember anything. Nothing. I didn’t know how I got here in this kidnapper van, I didn’t know what was going on, nothing. Then something suddenly donned on me.
Brian! Is he okay?! Where is he? Where am I? Did someone hurt him? Is everyone okay? Who brought me here?
I looked around, frightened. Black upholstery, synthetic covered seats, and out side, nothing was moving. I heard a voice talking, but nothing could be made out from the conversation. The door opened and I looked out the window above my head. I only saw his face in a streetlamp, but that was enough to send me chills to the bone.
Neatly placed blond hair, with a phone glued to his dirty little ear... wait. That's my phone! Who is he talking to?! Is it Brian?! Val?! Oh, God! I sat up as much in my seat as I could as I watched Ricky walk around to my side. He opened my door a bit but then I saw something.
I screamed, seeing the man behind Ricky. I didn’t think I’d ever see him before, but as he got closer, I saw him, and recognized him. My father.
“I want my money, Ricky!” Ricky dropped the phone, completely forgetting about me. Al shot Ricky as he tried running, sending him down to the ground. Al ran, looking around him for witnesses. I don’t know if he saw me.
I screamed once more, hoping that whoever was still on the phone could hear me but my mouth was duct taped. More like my whole head. Every time I moved my head, hair would be pulled out. My hands and feet were duct taped to. I moved my body some more, hoping to loosen the tape from my hands. As soon as I did, a flaming pain erupted from my pelvis.
Oh no… Ricky couldn’t possibly…
But he did. For his own sick pleasure he raped me. Again. I remembered what that type of pain was like, and it couldn't be forgotten easily.
I passed out from that pain.
Brian! Is he okay?! Where is he? Where am I? Did someone hurt him? Is everyone okay? Who brought me here?
I looked around, frightened. Black upholstery, synthetic covered seats, and out side, nothing was moving. I heard a voice talking, but nothing could be made out from the conversation. The door opened and I looked out the window above my head. I only saw his face in a streetlamp, but that was enough to send me chills to the bone.
Neatly placed blond hair, with a phone glued to his dirty little ear... wait. That's my phone! Who is he talking to?! Is it Brian?! Val?! Oh, God! I sat up as much in my seat as I could as I watched Ricky walk around to my side. He opened my door a bit but then I saw something.
I screamed, seeing the man behind Ricky. I didn’t think I’d ever see him before, but as he got closer, I saw him, and recognized him. My father.
“I want my money, Ricky!” Ricky dropped the phone, completely forgetting about me. Al shot Ricky as he tried running, sending him down to the ground. Al ran, looking around him for witnesses. I don’t know if he saw me.
I screamed once more, hoping that whoever was still on the phone could hear me but my mouth was duct taped. More like my whole head. Every time I moved my head, hair would be pulled out. My hands and feet were duct taped to. I moved my body some more, hoping to loosen the tape from my hands. As soon as I did, a flaming pain erupted from my pelvis.
Oh no… Ricky couldn’t possibly…
But he did. For his own sick pleasure he raped me. Again. I remembered what that type of pain was like, and it couldn't be forgotten easily.
I passed out from that pain.