Abducted

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

I stepped down carefully from the dollhouse. I felt so, relieved. I know I've only been stuck in this place for a few days, but it feels like forever. And now I was finally getting out. I could not generate happiness though. This was still not over. It will never be over. Like Connor said, there will never be a normal again.

"Who was that?" Jay said barging into my room. Oh no. No no no! I forgot all about the camera that was in my room! That's great. Just great. Now I've ruined everything.

"I was talking to myself."

"I'm not an i***t!" Well, yes, you are Jay. "There was some boy crying to you through the window. Saying something, and you were saying something, trying to calm him down. Your lucky I have no sound on that thing." I could hear the bells of sweet victory toll! He had no sound! He really is an i***t! I just won. I finally did something right.

"Oh that boy.." I said, acting as if I didn't know who he was talking about.

"Yes. If you two are trying to pull something..you don't know what's coming for you." He turned around. He started for the door, but then I stopped him.

"Whose gonna stop us, if we are? You and what army?" I said building up confidence. I had almost forgotten what I had promised to do. I was supposed to be a Mary Dodger. I have not been doing that though. Like what happened last night, she wouldn't have let that happen. But she did draw those disturbing pictures. So it probably did occur once or twice..

I was so full of pride in what I just said, that I didn't realize Jay turned back around. He looked at me once, and then swung his left elbow straight into my head. I immediately got a strong headache. But I wasn't just going to give up right now. I said I wasn't going to give up. I just wasn't. I could fight back.

I stood up slowly. I reached my arm back and threw a punch aiming for his head. I assumed it got him good, but he did not react like he was hurt.

"You are not as powerful as me! You don't understand. You can't even through a punch." He laughed to himself. I was full of anger. So was he. I tried pushing back the feelings of this terrible headache. Jay could tell I was too. Then I attempted standing up. But Jay wacked me in the head once again. I slowly trembled to the ground. I saw nothing but darkness and my senses went numb.

I awoke the next morning. I knew I couldn't take too much time assessing my injury. All I knew was that I probably had a severe conclusion. I rubbed my hand over my head and felt a few bludgy bruises forming beneath my skin. I guess this was good. Now when the cops come they will see that I'd been abused. Could call it a blessing in disguise? Who knows. But I did know I had to force myself to get up for when the cops come.

I slowly stood up. I walked out into the kitchen area. Jay was there and so was Frankie. They were acting normal. They don't really have a normal, though.

"Hello." Frankie said. She was cheery as usual. She was not freaking out or anything.

"Me and Cris had quite an inter--" Jay was paused by a knock at the door. This must be it. This should be the police. My rescue. I look terrible. I hadn't had a shower in days. But who cares at this point! I was getting out of this hell-hole!

"Oh. Come on." Jay threw me over his head. He took me down the hall. Past his room, mine, and frankies. At the very end of the hall was a dumb waiter. I kicked. I squirmed. But it was useless compared to Jays power.

"Why are you doing this?! Your going to hell someday!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. The knocking continued. The sound faded though the farther we got through the house. He opened the dumb waiter carefully. He violently inserted me inside. He held me down and looked me in the eyes.

"I'm going to hell later, but I'm not going to jail today." He shut the wooden door downwards. I could hear a locking sound. I can't believe he would get a lock installed on this thing. Well there goes everything. But I couldn't give up yet. When I'd hear the police come close enough, I'd just start banging on the door. They'd surely hear me.

"Some boy claimed Crystal Redding is inside this home. May we, have a look around?" A hardy voice asked.

"Of course officer." Frankie said.

"Yes, anything." I knew Jay was acting as if nothing was wrong. I bet when Mary Dodger was here they got a few police visits. He's had experience.

"Now we can't make immediate arrests. Especially since you two don't look like kidnappers. That boys the local i***t anyways." Poor Connor. People can't even take him seriously. I wish they would. Just because you have a disability , doesn't mean you aren't smart.

"That's our room, the guest room, and an empty one." I was assuming he meant his, Frankie's, and then mine. Footsteps got closer. So I decided to take action. I was in a very small space so it was hard to work with. I moved a few inches, trying to bang on the door, and I was done. The dumb waiter I was in shot down into the basement. I'm so stupid. I forgot. It was a "pulley system." It felt my weight move, so it went down into the basement. I couldn't hear a thing anymore from upstairs. Thankfully, there wasn't a lock on the dumb waiter door down here.

I crawled out into the basement. It was dark. I couldn't see much besides his washer and dryer. I felt around a little bit and found some stairs. I once again crawled up them. I reached up to the door, only to find that it was locked. I sunk down into the wall. I don't want to be here forever. I want to go home. It's been too long. I want to see my family again. Leah, Trevor, my mom, dad. I just want to get out.