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My bare feet pounded on the rocky pavement, sending waves of pain up my legs. But I ignored the pain. Two years I had been locked up in that house, and I had finally escaped! Two years since I had last seen the moon and stars. Two years. Two years I had been forced to lie beneath him. The moon lit a path for me as I quickly and quietly made my way to the next town 3 miles away.

My lungs screamed out in pain, but I would not stop. He would be coming home in an hour and when he finds me gone he will look for me. I had to be somewhere safe.

It all started two years ago when I was thirteen. My fourteenth birthday was in a few days and I was at the annual carnival with my two best friends Crystal and Joey. We got separated when Crystal and Joey went on a ride that I didn´t like. A man with kind eyes came up to me and asked if I needed help. He was wearing the uniform that the workers at the carnival wear so I thought I would be safe. Why didn´t I listen to my mother? The last thing she told me was "Don´t trust strangers".

He took my hand as he led me behind the stands and away from the crowd. Once out of sight, he turned on me, placing a strong hand over my mouth and throwing me over his shoulder. I screamed and kicked, but none of that mattered. No one would have been able to hear me over the sound of the carnival. He swiftly threw me into his car before gagging and tying me up.

"Everything will be just fine," he whispered in my ear while his hand traveled up my bare thigh and into my shorts. I squirmed trying to get away from his rough hand. His looked into my eyes as he laughed, taking his hand away. His eyes held an evil that made me realize that this wasn´t going to be over soon. I figured days or weeks. But years? The thought never crossed my mind as we made the long journey to the place where all my nightmares would be born.

The house was a nice one; no one would ever think to look there. It was a two story with a beautiful garden and green lawn. I was locked in the basement every night, unless I was in bed with him, and every time he left the house. The only thing useful for me in the basement was the mattress and toilet. There was one small window, but every time I tried to look out of it I only saw my reflection. During the winter, there was a draft in the basement and all I had was myself to keep warm. Food wasn´t a necessity for me. He wanted me skinny, so he only let me eat dinner with him.

Each morning I made him breakfast, and if it wasn´t good enough in his standards, he would take me to his bedroom and have his way with me. When he got back from work each night,I made dinner and stayed by his side until it was time to sleep. He made me watch the news with him every night when my parents were still looking for me. The pain on their faces tore at me so much that the pain he caused me didn´t hold any comparison.

After four months of searching, they gave up. He stayed home on the day of my memorial so we could watch it on TV together. That was the first time I truly cried; watching my parents give up. As long as they had hope, I wasn´t his. But now I existed only to him. Only for him.

My escape happened so fast and unplanned that I was unsure if I should take the opportunity. No, I had not been planning to break free since I first arrived. I had been living each day, waiting for the perfect chance.

He had just finished with me when his cell rang. He looked at the caller ID, groaned, and answered it out of breath. It was his boss asking for him to come in, that it would take only an hour or two. He quickly got dressed and shoved me into the basement, slamming the door behind me. When I heard the front door close, my eyes shot open. He didn´t lock the basement. I thought. Maybe it´s just a test, he´ll be back to make sure I´m a good little girl. But I heard the car start up and make its way up the gravel driveway to the road.

With out thinking, I ran up the rotting stairs to the door. My hand hovered over the knob, millions of plans and questions running through my head. I knew I was close to Port Angeles Washington since he had made me watch the News with him the first few months. Too far to travel to Wyoming with out being followed. My home town was on the border of Wyoming and Montana. Deaver, Wyoming. It had been way too long.

Finally realizing that I was still in the basement and that time was running out, I turned the knob. I let out a deep sigh as the door opened with ease, leading me into the empty house. I quickly made my way to the back door. Opening the door, a blast of warm crisp air hit me and I stood in my place, soaking it in. Before I could stop myself, I ran out and into the awaiting woods.

I ran with the wind at my back, pushing me away from the house I had been tortured endlessly in. I soon came to a small road and stopped. Looking up at the stars above, I found and followed the North Star.

My feet were no doubt bleeding by the time I came to the nearest town. But I did not care. I was free.

Sorry that this doesn´t have anything with the pack! They will be in the next chapter.. :D:D

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