Shattered

Chapter 36

"Adeline, my dear," A very familiar voice spoke, "I know you're in here."

It was Martha.

This cannot be happening.

I heard all the stalls open, making me turn back to my phone, sending one more text to Ace and dad.

I'm in the girl's bathroom; Martha is here. Please help me. I love all of you more than anything in this world.

I quickly turned my location on, closing my eyes as I heard footsteps getting closer to the stall I was in.

"You don't really think you can hide from us that easily, my dear, do you?" Martha spoke, standing right outside my stall.

So, I did the only thing I could think of.

I jumped at the door, making it fall on her.

I kept one hand behind my back as she quickly recovered, standing up quickly.

"There you are my sweet child." She spoke, starting to get closer to me.

"Take one more step, and I'll shoot you." I threatened, trying to make her believe I had a gun.

I, in fact, did not.

But it made her hesitate which gave me a chance to make a run for it.

I ran out of the open bathroom door, straight down the hall and back to the gym.

As I put my hand on the handle, I felt someone grab me.

"No so fast, princess." Scott said.

I screamed as loud as I could.

He quickly put his hand over my mouth, dragging me away from the door.

"Keep your mouth shut." He growled into my ear.

So, I bit his hand and tried to punch him.

Thankfully he let go of me, making me quickly run to the gym door again, tears falling from my eyes.

"Oh, we're not done with you." Sean laughed, him and Nichole grabbing me tightly.

They were all supposed to be in prison.

I did everything I could, every trick I knew, everything Ace showed me to try and get away from them, but I couldn't.

They stabbed something into my arm, giving me some kind of drug that made my whole body shut down.

As they threw me into their car, I saw police cars pulling up, lights on and sirens blaring.

They quickly shoved me into their car as I tried to yell for help.

As soon as Scott started to drive away, the police followed.

And I kept fighting them.

I kicked, punched, and screamed, doing anything to get away from them.

I wasn't going to be kidnapped.

The police were going to get them, and dad and my brothers will be at home waiting for me.

I had hope.

Even after they zip-tied my wrists and ankles together and put a gag in my mouth, I had hope.

Then we got on the freeway.

My body was slowly becoming heavier and heavier as I watched another car, identical to the one we were in, speed onto the highway.

Even the license plates were exactly the same.

I kept fighting the tiredness that was trying to lull me to sleep, refusing to give in to the drugs.

For a good 30 minutes, we sped down the freeway, the police still following us.

I tried to think of a plan to get out of this.

But my mind refused to work.

Just as I thought we had run out of gas, the other car that looked like the one we were in, made a sharp turn onto one of the exits, and all the police cars followed.

All my hope was gone.

This was the end.

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I woke up in a cold room, alone.

My head was killing me, and I was tied to a steal chair that was bolted to the ground.

I opened my eyes, squinting, and trying to get them adjusted to the single light that hung above my head.

It took me a second to remember what happened.

Then it all came crashing back.

The party, the kidnapping, the car chase.

I scanned my surroundings, seeing that I was in a dirty, old basement.

I knew this basement better than anyone.

Martha and Scott's house.

I heard the door open, making my head quickly snap to where the sound was coming from.

I watched Scott slowly walk down the stairs, chuckling lightly.

Without a word, he crouched in front of me, and grabbed my face, looking me dead in the eye.

"We're going to have some fun tonight."

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I woke up a few hours later, still tied to the chair.

My body hurt, and I was stiff.

But I was alone.

I looked around again, trying to think of a way out.

There were no windows, no way to sneak out.

The only way out was through the door.

I stared into the empty, dark space around me, not believing that this was actually happening.

A tear glided down my check as I thought about my family.

Just yesterday, all of us were watching Spider-Man together, laughing and joking around.

Now, I wasn't sure if I would ever see them again.

*5 days later*

I don't know how long I've been down here.

The only time I was able to leave was to use the bathroom.

They zip-tied my hands together, tightly, and put a blind fold on me before they guided me to the bathroom.

I didn't need to see anything to know where I was.

I grew up in this house, I almost died in this house multiple times; I knew exactly where I was going.

Except this time, I couldn't help but wonder if I was going to make it out alive.

I woke up on the floor of the basement, my hands still zip-tied together tightly.

All I felt was pain, throughout my whole body.

Every move I made sent pain through my whole body.

Like usual, I was alone.

But I wasn't tied to the chair anymore.

I came up with a plan to get to the stairs, but as soon as I tried to move, I let out a cry of pain.

I knew my right arm way bleeding from where a man I didn't know forcefully took out my stitches.

No being able to move, I stayed on the cold hard floor of the lonely basement.

I'm not sure if it was the pain that was making me delusional, but I couldn't help but still feel a little hopeful.

Maybe someone will find me.

Maybe I won't die here.

I will not die here.