Gone

Chapter 14

5 hours before waking up in a dark room

I can't believe I decided to go to this tutoring session, but my mom would be pissed if I didn't. I could hear her yelling in my ear for not trying to bring my grades up. I was contemplating skipping and going to that small park down the road before coming here, however, I knew he would call my mom to tell her I never came.

Now, I'm sitting in the back of the room, far away from him. Yet, I felt like that wouldn't change anything. He'll always find his way next to me. Just like now. With a smile on his face, he made his way next to me with a couple of papers in his hands.

"How are you, dear?" Gross. Couldn't you get any creepier?

"I'm not fine." I snarled at him.

"And why is that?"

"Because of you. Telling my mom I'm failing which I am not. Making stories up and manipulating her so you could lure me into your classroom."

He looked so angry I could actually see smoke coming out of his nostrils. He slammed his hand on my desk while leaning towards my face, scaring me.

"This would never happen if you didn't start dating Damien."

"Is that the only reason you're doing this?"

"There are multiple reasons why, but you didn't come here for that," he said, standing up straighter and setting the paper down on my desk. "Now, let's get to tutoring, shall we?" he grabbed the nearest chair and pulled it next to me.

"Cut the crap. I know you're not doing this as a promise to my mom. You know what you're doing." I get up from my seat, grabbing my backpack with me, and started to leave when he got up from his seat and blocked my way.

"You're going to go sit in that seat right now before..."

"Before what?"

"Before I make you," he growled in anger. He looked so angry I could see bullets of sweat dripping down his forehead. His face was red and he was clenching his jaw making his veins pop up on his neck.

"No," I answered bluntly, a smile forming in my face.

"What?" he asked, slightly confused but still angry at me.

"I said no. I'm speaking English. You should know what no means since you're an English teacher."

Before I could say anything else, he pushed me against the wall with such force I could actually hear my spine crack. He blocked me with his arms and he grinned at me, anger still present.

"You like to talk back, huh? Someone needs to teach you a lesson." he grabbed my face, squishing my cheeks, but before he could do anything else, I bit his arm and kicked his genitals. He groaned loudly while holding his parts, ignoring his arm. I must have bitten quite hard because there was blood running all the way down to his hand. I quickly grabbed my backpack that fell from the impact and ran out. I knew this was the end. He'll get to me before I get to the staircase and I'll never get to see my mom ever again. I would never see my brother and I will never get to talk to Katy. Still focused on running, I kept replaying the happy moments with Damien and Katy. But, it got interrupted by the scream of my name.

So, I ran. I ran as fast as I could; far away from that man, that monster who ruined my life. The one who took everything from me and will soon take me away. My lungs were starting to burn and my feet felt like I was stepping on shards of glass. Sweat was starting to trickle down my face, burning my eyes.

He kept screaming my name with pure anger as he chased me down the dark corridor; the never-ending corridor.

He was close, closer than I think he was. His black shoes clacking on the tiled floor as he chased me down, his hands out ready to grab me and pull me to the ground. But I didn't want him to and I didn't let him. I ran even faster and harder this time and when I finally thought I lost him, I felt a hand pulling me down harshly. My head hit the cold tiles, making me dizzy from the impact.

He was angry, furious. His blue eyes filled with anger and his dark brown hair wet from his sweat. His dark purple dress shirt was unbuttoned, his chest showing a little.

"You can never run away from me, Amelia." He said, caressing my scared face.

My eyelids drooped, slowly drifting into a coma.

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5 hours after the kidnapping

Now I'm here. I woke up, tied to a chair in an empty dark room, the only thing illuminating the space was the light bulb hanging by a string but it didn't show much except myself. My ankle was wrapped tightly with a brown rope and my hands were tied to the chair.

I tried to scream, yell but the sounds of my voice were muffled by the tape. I was scared and tired, all I wanted to do was escape but it was hard and useless to do so cause I couldn't move an inch.

The door opened slowly, showing a man wearing black pants and a polo shirt. I couldn't really see him because of the room being so dark.

He chuckled, his raspy voice echoing through the room. I recognized it but couldn't quite figure out where it came from.

"You're awake," he said, taking a few steps towards me.

It was him. Mr. Berry. He finally got what he wanted all along. Me. Alone. No one to find me, no one to hear my cries, no one to save me. Damien isn't here to protect me from the big bad wolf and Katy isn't here to cheer me up. I'm alone and that's what he wanted for so long and he finally took the chance to do it.

"You're mine now." he caressed my cheek with a smile. "Don't worry, darling. You're safe with me."

I'm screwed.