Gone

Chapter 2

I opened my eyes and looked around. I was still in this pedophile's van. I began to scream at the top of my lungs.

"SHUT UP YOU LITTLE-" he stopped himself from finishing his sentence.

He stopped the van and I waited for him to open the doors, I was planning to make a run for it. As, the doors opened I jumped out, and started to run, but he grabbed me first, and repeatedly punched me. I tried to scream and thrash around, but I couldn't.

The wind was knocked out  of me, and I was struggling to breath, we he grabbed my hair and started to drag me into his house. My scalp was aching, and my gut was on fire. I could still feel every punch.

"LET ME GO!" I screamed as I regained my breath.

I guess he had other thoughts.

He kicked me in my shin and I fell to the ground. He began to kick my sides, and I thought his foot was going to go through my stomach. Suddenly, he stopped as the tears began to roll down my cheeks.

He picked me up and I thrashed around trying to get out of his grip. He opened a door that let to the basement, and set me on my feet. He pushed me down the stairs, and with every tumble, I was sure of death. I hit the ground and started to scream.

"GET UP!" He commanded.

I tried to pull myself up, but I couldn't. I was shaking so hard. He decide just to drag me by my hair instead. He opened a door and pulled me on to a bed. He took his hand away, and clumps of hair came with it. Horrible thoughts ran through my head. Is this real? Will I ever return to my family whom I love so much?