Preface:

Think about it. Think about how stupid it is for a five year old to be kidnapped by their own uncle. Was he out to get my family? What were his intentions? Anyway, life is weird. It may not make sense all the time, but that's just how everything works. Sometimes, I wanna run away, but I know if I do, he'll come after me. I remember one thing that he said; he knelt beside me that very night: 'If you ever leave, I guarantee you; your mother and father will pay the price.'

I still remember what my REAL parents look like. My mother had dark black hair and she was more like the strict type. My father had deep, blonde hair (just like me) and he was like a little kid. My father and I had the best bond ever; my mother and I didn't have a very good relationship. Almost every day, she would yell, preferably at me. She would yell over things I should know to do such as clean my room or do my homework. Our relationship overall is weird. One week, we would get along perfectly and another week, we wouldn't, until that very day happened; that day, when everything turned upside down.

Chapter One:

At age seven, I was kidnapped. Here's the story. It was the start of school again, so September 3rd. I was walking to school when it happened. My music was blaring ever so loud. As I walked, I passed by houses and trees. There was no one out where I was. I was supposed to take the bus, but I missed it. It was an hour walk to be exact.

It was 7:55 AM when I arrived. While I crossed the street, everything fell out my bag. My earphones still remained in my ears though. I bent down and stuffed my books carelessly into my schoolbag. I then reached for my pencil case and as I placed that in my bag, a tall man with a dark looking figure, hovered over me.

He bent down to my height and smiled. Excited, I spoke, "UNCLE!"

He gave a curtious smile, picked up my bag, shoved it in his black pick-up truck, and went back over to me. Unaware of what he was doing, he grabbed my arm; not tightly, but gently.

At this moment, about four school busses arrived; my school bus wasn't one of them. It was parked in front of the both of us, waiting and honking its horn for us to get out of the way. I tried ever so hard to get his firm grip off of my arm, but couldn't. He grabbed me tighter and then twisted both my arms behind my back.

Several honks came from the cars waiting to go. There was a pile-up in one lane and in the other as well. The honk of the school bus sounded as well once again. The kids on the bus yelled something; I couldn't make out what they were saying though.

My so-called 'uncle' forced me in his truck. I screamed, 'help,' but no one did anything. Every time words came out of my mouth, I would be slapped across the face and man-oh-man did it EVER hurt. It was pain that I've never experienced before; excruciating and pure agony. He tried kicking me by placing his heel of his boot into my stomach. I was about to gag on him as he did that. A bit of spit dripped out of my mouth onto both his top and pants.

"Help!" My legs went crazy and so did my entire body.

I could hear about four sirens going off now. Then, I realized, it was the police. For a remainder of about thirty seconds, my voice remained silent. I listened to the sounds, and then continued to yell repulsively.

This time, from a distance and from the corner of my eye, I could notice my bus driver. She was no longer in the bus. She was on her way over here.

I stared directly at her and didn't look away. My face was red and I was crying. "ANNE!"

Duct tape was placed over my mouth and legs. By the time, she got over to me, it was too late.