Detained.Depraved.Defiled (18+)

Chapter 3

Monday rolls around, I have exactly five days to make my escape, I have a duffle bag in my closet, behind a mountain of dirty clothes that she never allows me to wash. I just need to wait for the right moment. When homeroom is over, I stay back until all my classmates leave.

Walking up to Mrs. Thomas, the only teacher I trust in this whole school, I ask her if she could help me gather the work for the rest of the year, so I can get ahead.

“Why do you need the last two weeks' worth of work? Will you not be here?” She asks me, worry laced heavily in her tone.

“I was accepted into my college of choice and would like to have time to pack and get everything moved to the state it’s in, before the end of summer. I like to be well prepared. You know?” I hate lying but right now, I can’t tell anyone the real reason.

The rest of the day buzzed by quickly with only slight bumps and bruises. I sat alone at lunch like always, my nose in the homework from my first four classes. This is how it always goes for me.

No one wants to be my friend thanks to my sister. That’s fine though, I don’t need friends, it will only make things messier when I run.

My next four classes rushed by as well, this whole day moved too fast for me. At the end of the school day, I meet up with Mrs. Thomas again to collect the two weeks' worth of work from her.

“You really don’t have a whole lot to do. You keep straight A’s and you’re at the top of your class. Are you sure you don’t want to stick it out? I’m sure you'd be valedictorian!” She’s trying to convince me to stay, if only she knew.

“Oh, no I have a lot that I'll have to pack, and I need to find a job and apartment close to campus. If I am valedictorian, please have them mail anything to do with that and my diploma, I will mail all my work in when I get it done and am settled in my new place.” I assure her. “I’ll even write a speech just in case.” I was not going to write a speech, but I did want my diploma so I could attend college.

As I walk home, I begin to pay more attention to everything around me, the more I watch, the more I notice that every car I pass by is very nice and very expensive, Ferrari's, Lamborghini's, McLarens, you name it. I'm almost flabbergasted but this will make my plan a little easier.

Thankfully the one thing I was taught was how to drive, it was only so I could drive my wicked b***h sister around, but still. The more I think about what I overheard, the more enraged I get.

When I finally make it home, twenty minutes later than normal, which earns me a good old-fashioned beating, my mother informs me that I will have to stay in my room all night and that I can have a piece of dry toast with a small glass of water for dinner. They will be going out with a potential husband for my sister who just turned sixteen a month ago. I simply nod, go and grab my ‘dinner’ and head upstairs to my room.

This may be my chance to escape. I decided to sit down and work on my homework and the work for the rest of the year, which is only two weeks' worth of work, while I wait for them to leave. By the time they are done ‘dolling’ themselves up, to meet this guy for dinner, I am four pages away from being done with my work. I decided to finish up, and put all the work in an envelope, so I can mail it to the school after I am safely away from her.

I hear the front door open and close, the lock clicking into place, when I jump into action, grabbing my packed duffle bag, my shampoo and conditioner, and anything else I will need. I grabbed some jewelry my great grandma left for me, in case I needed to sell it for money at any point. I hate to do it, but I have nothing, there is an envelope my father left me for my eighteenth birthday, and I shove that into the bag with the jewelry.

After ensuring I have everything I need, including a button-down plaid shirt I stole out of my dad's closet before the wicked b***h got rid of everything of his. I sling the duffle bag over my shoulders using the two hand straps to carry it like a backpack, heading down the stairs, to the main floor, I can’t leave through the front door thanks to the stupid doorbell camera, it would ruin everything.

Instead, I decided to go to the basement, thanks to all the time I was forced to spend down here I found an old cellar door that I can leave through, I spent the weekend doing her yard work to make sure I could get out of it when the time came.

I rush down the stairs to the basement, pulling the string on the light that dangles overhead, I see the door. Pulling the string once again, I turn it off and head to the door.

As I approach the door, I get a sinking feeling in my stomach, trying to brush it off, I push the door open and pop my head out looking around to make sure the wicked bitches car is gone, and that I have a straight shot to the back alley and tree line before I dart out and slam the door shut. Running as fast as I can, headed straight for the covering of the trees, I don’t stop until I am far enough back that I can barely see the houses on the other side of the alley way.

When I realize that no one was home to follow me or even know I was gone yet, I take a break to breathe. My limbs and body felt like cooked spaghetti noodles when I start walking towards town.

I need to find a car. I know stealing a car is illegal, but I need to get away from here and fast. Who knows when they’ll be back or what they’ll do when they notice I'm missing.

As much as I don’t want to steal an expensive car, it seems that is all anyone drives, so when I get closer to town, I start looking for what I think would be the least expensive car. With a sigh at the thought of being arrested for grand theft auto, I find an older style Lamborghini Urus.

Upon approaching the vehicle, I took note that the plates were from out of county, which is enough for me, so I tried the door handle, and luck is on my side. It is unlocked.

I slip into the passenger seat, tossing my bag into the back seat. The keys are stashed in the center console under the radio. I must be the luckiest girl alive, or so I thought, until I started to move into the driver's seat and notice a guy walking towards the car, texting on his phone. So, I do what any dumb girl would do, I slip into the back floorboard of the car, and stay as quiet as I possibly can.

I heard the driver door open. I feel the driver seat sink backward under his weight, and the door slam violently shut.

I squeeze my eyes shut and hold my hand over my mouth, I know that’s a move straight from the females of horror movies, right before she dies, but maybe he won’t find me, but also, if he does, hopefully he kills me fast. The engine starts and he pulls off going warp speed it feels like.

We drive for what feels like an hour, who knows I have no way of telling exactly how long we drove for. When he comes to a stop he must have slammed on his brakes because I slam into the back of his seat. I pray he didn’t feel me hit his seat but with how heavy I am, he had to have felt that.

I heard him grunt and open the door of the car to exit, after the door slams, I let out the breath I was holding.

“Oh, thank god.” I whisper to myself.

After my heart returns to normal, I open my eyes, only to see a large figure staring at me through the back window. I scream and try to scramble out of the passenger side back door, but it refuses to open.

I’m trapped.