Second Chances 4

I curled myself up into a ball, I found myself suddenly wanting to be as small as possible.

"I finally found you. You thought you'd get away this easily.", his eyes were piercing, and it felt as if he stared right through me.

"Please just leave me alone! I don't know what you want with me, but please just let me go. Olivia will be back soon and you'll be sorry!" my words came out soft and shaken.

I saw something shiney out of the corner of my eye and noticed that he held a knife. I knew exactly why he came, after all the last time he saw me was just minutes before he was taken to jail.

"And who is this 'Olivia'? Your new mommy?," he laughed under his breath, "some mom she is. Where is she now? You obviously don't mean too much to her if she can't even protect you..." his booming voice trailed off. I wasn't paying attention and he knew it.

In an instant he had me by the neck,"you listen to me! If you ever want see Olivia again or even take one more breath, I suggest you listen hard."

I felt a stinging sensation begin to emerge from my left arm, I began to see bright red blood spill down my fingers and drip onto the floor. It hurt, but I only allowed myself a wimper. I could'nt let him break me this easily.

"Get up. Let's go!", he hollered comands left and right as he grabbed me by my hair.

I purposly left a spot of blood on the wall in the shape of a heart to let Olivia know that I was still alive when we left.

"Hurry up!", he shouted, shattering the momentary silence that followed his last round of orders.

My eyes caught a glance of a used tissue hanging out his back pocket. I reached for it and pulled it out before he turned back around. I was trying to leave Olivia a trial to find me.

Please hurry, mommy, I thought silently to myself.

We drove for awhile in silence, he bound my hands with rope so I couldn't attack him while he was driving. After about and hour we stopped, it was going on dark. I couldn't tell where we were, only that it was a wooded area with many fallen, hollowed out trees.

He dragged me out of the car and into a small cabin, he must've been preparing this for awhile because his supplies were already here. Across from the door a shovel and burlap looking sack were propped up against the wall. I swallowed hard and hoped that Olivia would find me before it's too late.

I guess he knocked me out, because the next time I woke up I was laying on a cot. Day had become night and it was so dark that I could barely make out my own hand in front of my face. My wrists were no longer bound, and my entire body ached. He had already done what he came for.

I sat up slowly, my muscles complaining every step of the way. The window to my left was cracked, with a thin strip of a curtin blowing in the breeze. I peered out into the night, I couldn't see much, only that there was a fallen tree less than three feet from the window. I figured I could slip out easily, but as soon as I opened it a little further I heard the doorknob jiggle. Quickly I hopped back into the cot, and not two seconds later he was standing before me.

"You're awake, I've been waiting."

I began to lose track of time, how many days had it been? Two, five, a whole week? I couldn't be sure.

He began to give me a little more freedom, he said I was being a "good girl".

Sometimes he'd leave for a few hours in the afternoon and each day I would venture a little further outside. I began to formulate a plan to escape.

He paid less and less attention to me at night and sometimes when I was brave enough I would climb out the window and into that fallen log. Through the trees that night I saw a few scattered lights. A town. I started at a slow jog, halfway there I felt like I was being followed. There he was. That same, shining knife seemed to wink at me from his right hand. How did he notice? How did he find me?

"Oliviaaaaaa", I cried into the night, praying that someone would here my screams. He started moving closer, I took off in a run through the trees, clinging to nothing but pure hope that she would fine me.