Post by ali on Jan 18, 2011 17:42:46 GMT -5
I always had good things going for me, or so I thought. A happy little family of five, and what I would call a ‘perfect life‘. My mother, Joan, and father, George, were both veterinarians, they made good pay I supposes. We live on a ranch down in the south of the United States, Tennessee to be exact. We have horses here, and my dog Lassie. She was named after the original Lassie, even if she’s a border collie. My sisters’ claim we share her, but I tend not to listen to them. I go to the school a few blocks away at a place called Hillingsworth Middle. I’m in the 7th grade and have just had my birthday. I’m 12 now, a preteen is what they call that age, but I think they just say that for the heck of it. Do we call 17 year-olds pre-adults? I didn’t think so. I love it here, or shall I say loved? It hasn’t been the same since I was kidnapped, it all happened 3 months ago from this very day.
“Ali, get back here,” I screamed and ran after her, she’s one of my sisters. They are twins, Ali and Alyysa , they’re 7 years old , guess who’s their babysitter after school everyday? Me. We climbed on the bus as I dragged my backpack along the cold ground. Mid winter and I was packed with gloves, hats, jackets, and boots. Glancing around the bus I chose a seat that was empty, but by the boys. Not in a way you’d think , they’re my friends. Nothing more, and they will never be anything more than just friends. Staring out my window, I saw my mom waving good bye to us, looking back, my two sisters were waving bye frantically like they were never going to see her again, or something. I on the other hand smiled faintly and waved bye back. I now wish I would of waved similar to my sisters everyday because you never know how long you’ll actually be able to wave bye to them. But eventually I guess you’d wave hello again, right?
“Hey Lusie,” I called and skipped up to her after I got off the bus. “Have you heard the news,” I asked her, she just looked at me kind of puzzled and shook her head. Sighing I slung my back up to the ground and crouched by my locker, while getting my stuff I told her what I had heard last night. “There has been kidnappers around, my mother warned me about them. It has increased a lot in the past few months, and only one of the kids has been found, but the kidnapper wasn’t. Scary huh,” I said and looked at her closing my locker shut and holding my math books close to me. “I’m not scared one bit, if someone tried to kidnap me I’d just scream rape or something,” Lusie stated, rolling my eyes at her the bell rang and we scurried off to our class. She always did have that superior attitude, sometimes I wished she’d be more realistic. But Lusie was my best friend, and I wouldn’t trade anything for here, even for a more realistic friend.
Sitting in math class my mind wandered off into the news I had saw. Kidnappers, more kids every month, body found dead in the lake. The stories flashed in my mind like lightning, the thought of it scared me, but little did I know. “Hey Kassidy,” I snapped out of my thoughts, looking towards whoever said my name, turning to the sound I blinked blankly at Callie. “Hey,” I muttered, she wasn’t much of my friend but she was nice. ”Did you hear,” Callie replied. “No what,” I asked as I stared at my paper, I didn’t really want to be caught talking with her. I know it sounds bad, but it was the truth. No one did. Callie had red hair down to her waist, and she kept them in pig tails. We were in the 7th grade, pigtails were more of a 2nd grade thing. She also had glasses and was short with absolutely no style what-so-ever. I have a light brown colored hair that is pin straight. I sometimes curled it, but I usually keep it down or in a ponytail. I also have light blue eyes, and a fair complexion. I’m also quite petite, not to brag though. “The school homecoming is this Saturday! Are you going,” She asked, she seemed excited, I wondered why I wasn’t. ”I don’t know, to tell you the truth,” I mumbled and grabbed my books off to my next class just as the next school bell rang.
School was a bit of a drag to me, I had plenty of friends, but how much I’d rather be home, outside. This next class, Social Studies, I didn’t mind to much though, only because right by me sat Greg Jones. I wouldn’t dare tell a living soul, but I had the hugest crush on him. Hurrying up to Social Studies I made sure to stop by the bathroom and fix up my make-up. I wore foundation, mascara, lip gloss, and some eye liner on the bottom. But you can’t tell I have foundation on, some people say I shouldn’t wear make-up, I say they should keep their opinions to themselves. Making it to my class I peeked behind my shoulder at him, he was wearing a name brand hoodie and faded blue jeans, smiling on the inside I turned and said, “Did you do your homework? I sure didn’t, hope we don’t go over it. I’ll probably just write some random answers as usual.” Lifting his gaze to meet mine Greg stared at me blankly. “We had homework,” He questioned with wide eyes. Chuckling to myself I turned back in my seat.
Social Studies always went by fast, along with all my other classes, and soon I was back at home stepping off the bus. Alyssa and Ali zipped passed me grabbing each others’ hair. Annoyed, I threw my backpack on the porch and walked off, the new neighbor had just moved in. I guess I could go introduce myself, hospitality never hurt, right? I had been wrong on that one, but as usual I didn’t know back then. Walking down the street I stopped at his driveway, standing there a little reluctantly. It took me awhile to gain enough courage go up and knock. The guy who came out quickly slid outside his door and looked at me, a grin on his aging face. He was tall and slender with some stubble and glasses. His hair was black and his eyes were such a dark shade of brown they almost matched. His weight looked to be around 280 , and he looked like he had some muscles going for him, to me he looked creepy though.
“May I help you Miss,” He had asked me in a husky voice, looking up at him I smiled politely and shook my head no. “I was, erm, welcoming you to the neighborhood. Welcome….I’m Kassidy,” I held out my hand and he accepted, shaking my hand. We had some small talk and I had some pretty good feelings about this guy, he seemed nice. But all of a sudden I heard someone yell in the background. It sounded like the word ‘Help’ , confused I looked up at him “What was that?” I questioned and tried to peak a bit through his window. “Nothing, I have to go. Nice to meet you,” He stated quickly, Vince was him name, and he quickly shut his door after that, before I had a chance to say bye.
Well that was rude. I had thought and stood there, a bit befuddled. Shaking my head I stuffed my hands in my pocket and glared back at his house. He wasn’t all that nice as I thought, but I was determined. And my mind had been made up, I quickly darted around his house and played Ninja basically, I know what I heard and it was someone yelling ‘Help’. Maybe I was wrong and his wife or someone needed his help on something, but in the pit of my stomach it didn’t feel that way. Looking for an open window around his plain wooden house, I found one. It had red curtains draped down, but a little crack was there. Checking around me I crept up and cupped my hands around my eyes peeking through. I regret that day, more than anything in the world do I regret it. What I saw would scar me for the rest of my life, in many ways than just one.
I gasped and stumbled back, tripping over my shoe I fell backwards on the cold frost. In the room was a girl, around 13 years of age, tied to a chair…by rope. Her mouth taped shut, and in the room was Mr. Vince. Once she saw me she squirmed and tried to yell but it came out a bunch of mmmmm’s. Trying to get up I felt frozen, what had I just gotten myself into? My heart raced, each beat had five beats of its own, adrenaline rushed through me and everything felt like it was a live or die situation, in a way it was. Because the noise and where she was looking caused Mr. Vince to pull the curtains back, he looked directly at me and I swore I saw his rage, and his secret. I screamed a blood curdling scream and got the heck out of there, but not before I saw the words on his lips “I’ll get you.” And followed by the screams of the other girl, but they were quickly silenced. I don’t know whether it was me far enough for it to fade or whether she had been killed…
Stumbling over every step I made it to my house and barged through the door, out of breath it looked like I had just saw a ghost. We would of looked alike because I was just as pale as one to. “Kassidy,” Ali asked, my heart pounded, for a second it sounded like Mr. Vince, but it was just my imagination. Ali stepped out of the hall and looked at me solemnly. “Are you okay,” She asked innocently, Ali was the caring one, Alyssa was a loud mouth. Nodding my head I pulled myself together, “Y-yea, just uh stay inside, okay? Promise me,” Ali didn’t question me and nodded her head, turning around I locked the door, every door of the house that led outside, and closed the curtain to every window, had he meant it?
“Ali, get back here,” I screamed and ran after her, she’s one of my sisters. They are twins, Ali and Alyysa , they’re 7 years old , guess who’s their babysitter after school everyday? Me. We climbed on the bus as I dragged my backpack along the cold ground. Mid winter and I was packed with gloves, hats, jackets, and boots. Glancing around the bus I chose a seat that was empty, but by the boys. Not in a way you’d think , they’re my friends. Nothing more, and they will never be anything more than just friends. Staring out my window, I saw my mom waving good bye to us, looking back, my two sisters were waving bye frantically like they were never going to see her again, or something. I on the other hand smiled faintly and waved bye back. I now wish I would of waved similar to my sisters everyday because you never know how long you’ll actually be able to wave bye to them. But eventually I guess you’d wave hello again, right?
“Hey Lusie,” I called and skipped up to her after I got off the bus. “Have you heard the news,” I asked her, she just looked at me kind of puzzled and shook her head. Sighing I slung my back up to the ground and crouched by my locker, while getting my stuff I told her what I had heard last night. “There has been kidnappers around, my mother warned me about them. It has increased a lot in the past few months, and only one of the kids has been found, but the kidnapper wasn’t. Scary huh,” I said and looked at her closing my locker shut and holding my math books close to me. “I’m not scared one bit, if someone tried to kidnap me I’d just scream rape or something,” Lusie stated, rolling my eyes at her the bell rang and we scurried off to our class. She always did have that superior attitude, sometimes I wished she’d be more realistic. But Lusie was my best friend, and I wouldn’t trade anything for here, even for a more realistic friend.
Sitting in math class my mind wandered off into the news I had saw. Kidnappers, more kids every month, body found dead in the lake. The stories flashed in my mind like lightning, the thought of it scared me, but little did I know. “Hey Kassidy,” I snapped out of my thoughts, looking towards whoever said my name, turning to the sound I blinked blankly at Callie. “Hey,” I muttered, she wasn’t much of my friend but she was nice. ”Did you hear,” Callie replied. “No what,” I asked as I stared at my paper, I didn’t really want to be caught talking with her. I know it sounds bad, but it was the truth. No one did. Callie had red hair down to her waist, and she kept them in pig tails. We were in the 7th grade, pigtails were more of a 2nd grade thing. She also had glasses and was short with absolutely no style what-so-ever. I have a light brown colored hair that is pin straight. I sometimes curled it, but I usually keep it down or in a ponytail. I also have light blue eyes, and a fair complexion. I’m also quite petite, not to brag though. “The school homecoming is this Saturday! Are you going,” She asked, she seemed excited, I wondered why I wasn’t. ”I don’t know, to tell you the truth,” I mumbled and grabbed my books off to my next class just as the next school bell rang.
School was a bit of a drag to me, I had plenty of friends, but how much I’d rather be home, outside. This next class, Social Studies, I didn’t mind to much though, only because right by me sat Greg Jones. I wouldn’t dare tell a living soul, but I had the hugest crush on him. Hurrying up to Social Studies I made sure to stop by the bathroom and fix up my make-up. I wore foundation, mascara, lip gloss, and some eye liner on the bottom. But you can’t tell I have foundation on, some people say I shouldn’t wear make-up, I say they should keep their opinions to themselves. Making it to my class I peeked behind my shoulder at him, he was wearing a name brand hoodie and faded blue jeans, smiling on the inside I turned and said, “Did you do your homework? I sure didn’t, hope we don’t go over it. I’ll probably just write some random answers as usual.” Lifting his gaze to meet mine Greg stared at me blankly. “We had homework,” He questioned with wide eyes. Chuckling to myself I turned back in my seat.
Social Studies always went by fast, along with all my other classes, and soon I was back at home stepping off the bus. Alyssa and Ali zipped passed me grabbing each others’ hair. Annoyed, I threw my backpack on the porch and walked off, the new neighbor had just moved in. I guess I could go introduce myself, hospitality never hurt, right? I had been wrong on that one, but as usual I didn’t know back then. Walking down the street I stopped at his driveway, standing there a little reluctantly. It took me awhile to gain enough courage go up and knock. The guy who came out quickly slid outside his door and looked at me, a grin on his aging face. He was tall and slender with some stubble and glasses. His hair was black and his eyes were such a dark shade of brown they almost matched. His weight looked to be around 280 , and he looked like he had some muscles going for him, to me he looked creepy though.
“May I help you Miss,” He had asked me in a husky voice, looking up at him I smiled politely and shook my head no. “I was, erm, welcoming you to the neighborhood. Welcome….I’m Kassidy,” I held out my hand and he accepted, shaking my hand. We had some small talk and I had some pretty good feelings about this guy, he seemed nice. But all of a sudden I heard someone yell in the background. It sounded like the word ‘Help’ , confused I looked up at him “What was that?” I questioned and tried to peak a bit through his window. “Nothing, I have to go. Nice to meet you,” He stated quickly, Vince was him name, and he quickly shut his door after that, before I had a chance to say bye.
Well that was rude. I had thought and stood there, a bit befuddled. Shaking my head I stuffed my hands in my pocket and glared back at his house. He wasn’t all that nice as I thought, but I was determined. And my mind had been made up, I quickly darted around his house and played Ninja basically, I know what I heard and it was someone yelling ‘Help’. Maybe I was wrong and his wife or someone needed his help on something, but in the pit of my stomach it didn’t feel that way. Looking for an open window around his plain wooden house, I found one. It had red curtains draped down, but a little crack was there. Checking around me I crept up and cupped my hands around my eyes peeking through. I regret that day, more than anything in the world do I regret it. What I saw would scar me for the rest of my life, in many ways than just one.
I gasped and stumbled back, tripping over my shoe I fell backwards on the cold frost. In the room was a girl, around 13 years of age, tied to a chair…by rope. Her mouth taped shut, and in the room was Mr. Vince. Once she saw me she squirmed and tried to yell but it came out a bunch of mmmmm’s. Trying to get up I felt frozen, what had I just gotten myself into? My heart raced, each beat had five beats of its own, adrenaline rushed through me and everything felt like it was a live or die situation, in a way it was. Because the noise and where she was looking caused Mr. Vince to pull the curtains back, he looked directly at me and I swore I saw his rage, and his secret. I screamed a blood curdling scream and got the heck out of there, but not before I saw the words on his lips “I’ll get you.” And followed by the screams of the other girl, but they were quickly silenced. I don’t know whether it was me far enough for it to fade or whether she had been killed…
Stumbling over every step I made it to my house and barged through the door, out of breath it looked like I had just saw a ghost. We would of looked alike because I was just as pale as one to. “Kassidy,” Ali asked, my heart pounded, for a second it sounded like Mr. Vince, but it was just my imagination. Ali stepped out of the hall and looked at me solemnly. “Are you okay,” She asked innocently, Ali was the caring one, Alyssa was a loud mouth. Nodding my head I pulled myself together, “Y-yea, just uh stay inside, okay? Promise me,” Ali didn’t question me and nodded her head, turning around I locked the door, every door of the house that led outside, and closed the curtain to every window, had he meant it?