Celeste
I was still in my spot on the floor. Ever since the psycho had told me his plans, I had felt sick to my stomach. I honestly felt like I needed to throw up. The mere thought of that psychotic creepy assed bastard touching me made me feel disgusting. I would rather die than have him touch me. I wanted to get out of here. I wanted to go home.
"Jamie, where are you?" I whispered.
Suddenly I heard the sounds of yelling and the sounds of footsteps running through the house.
"Somethings happening," I thought, as I listened to what was happening around me. I sat there listening, and after a while I heard it. The familiar sounds of suppressed g*n fire. My family had found me! I was going home! I felt the hope and the happiness rise within me and suddenly the door to the room burst ope
