Lyss's Freewrites

I see him. The dark hair and dark eyes that I’ve known for so long. How could he do this to me now? How could I have been so blind? I didn’t pay any attention to the strange way he was acting. The weird things he said to me. I made him mad and here I am, in a dark room with duct tape over my mouth.

He had picked me up from school. He told me we were going to his house because my parents had stuff to do and they had asked him to watch me. Stupid me. Stupid, stupid me. I believed him. I got in the car.

He brought me here. It’s a dark, empty warehouse. I know what he’s going to do. There’s nothing I can do to stop him, though. He took my phone and everything else from me when put the tape on my mouth. My hands and feet are also bound. I cannot do anything. Thinking about all of this makes tears leak out. I try to hold them back, but I can’t. Even though I cannot stop the tears, I do not make a sound. I will not give this...this monster the satisfaction of hearing me wail with misery. Of course, he has heard it before. At one time he was my rock and shoulder to cry on. The one I went to when I needed advice, someone to tell me what I was supposed to do or if I just needed a listening ear. He was always there.

Well, not anymore. He will never be that again. Unfortunately, I fear I will never need that again.

I think my coming to him for everything is why he’s doing this. As I grew into a young woman, I needed more advice and guidance. He told me he fell in love with me. When I refused to say that I felt the same about him, he got very angry. That was before he bound and gagged me. He gave me a chance just after we got here to run away with him and get married. I told him that I was fifteen and it was illegal for forty-year-old men to marry fifteen-year-old girls and even if it was legal I still wouldn’t marry him. He slapped me across the face and told me I would regret my decision.

He’s wrong. I don’t regret it. I wouldn’t have been happy that way, but I’m not sure the alternative is any better. In fact, if he plans on doing what I think he plans on doing, the alternative is much, much worse.

He is gone at the moment. I don’t know where. He could be doing anything. I wish I could be with my parents. I don’t have siblings. It’s just me and my mom and dad. I desperately want to be with them, to tell them that I love them, tell them that they’re the best parents and that they’ve raised me well. I can’t do that. I will never get a chance to again. I will either be kept here forever or the beast who brought me here will kill me. No matter what happens I will never see my family again. Ever.

He comes back in. I now know what he’s going to do to me. He’s going to kill me. He has a shotgun in his hands. “You have one more chance, Leanne,” he says. “Run away with me or die.”

I stick with my decision. “Never,” I tell him and spit in his face. “I will never go anywhere with you. Ever.”
“Your life is on the line an you still dare to tell me no?” He laughs. “You are a foolish child, Leanne.”

“Insult me if you like, but I will never give in. Not in a million years. Not for a million bucks.” I look at the man with a gaze cold as ice. I can only hope that it doesn’t betray me and show my real feelings. Feelings of fear and anger and complete and utter sadness. Feelings of betrayal and the feeling that comes with knowing you’re about to die.

He yells with rage and smacks me again. “You stupid little witch! You have just made the mistake of your life.” He holds up the gun and points it at my chest.

“Go ahead!” I scream. “Kill me. I will never leave with you and if you do kill me, you’ll get caught. You’re too stupid to hide it.”

He roars and pulls the trigger. I hear a loud bang!, and then I feel an excruciating pain in the left side of my chest and I fall into blackness, never to wake up.