Happy Valentine's Day guys! Or as I would like to call it, single awareness day! I feel like I'm gonna be forever alone…am I alone in that? I hope not! Haha

Anyway, here's the next chapter! (And again, there are a few things that happen in this chapter that are similar to the Elizabeth Smart case)

Tori's POV

Two weeks after I was taken was the first time we went out in public and we were walking down the streets of Los Angeles. Along with the wig and sunglasses, I was wearing a black hoodie as well. I felt like an emo person with all the black I had on. It wasn't the nice part of LA, but it also wasn't the bad part of LA; you could say it was somewhere in between. No matter where you are in Los Angeles, it's gonna be crowded, which was how the streets in that neighborhood were.

I stopped dead in my tracks upon seeing a picture on the side of a building. It was a missing flyer of myself. In the picture, I'm smiling widely and look so happy. It looked like I didn't have a care in the world. At the time the picture was taken, two months before, I honestly didn't have a care in the world. If only I knew the struggles that I would soon face. The more I stared at it, the more tears welled up in my eyes.

The man pulled me out of my daydream; he put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed it. "Remember, you belong to me now. Don't dwell on memories of the past. They no longer exist. Now come along."

I sighed shakily and we walked away.

The first thing we did was go into a small grocery store. There was a police officer slowly walking around and looking around. When we came in the store, he glanced at us. We kept on walking, but he managed to catch up with us. "Hey, you guys." he said as if he knew us.

"Hello," said the man as he put a hand on my shoulder. I was looking at the ground.

"Hello ma'am," I heard the police officer say.

I slowly looked up and slightly smiled. I didn't know what else to do. Even though I'd only been with the man for two weeks at the time, I was already traumatized out of my mind.

"Are you okay?" he asked me. I bit my lip and nodded. Oh, how badly I wanted to shake my head.

He kept staring at me and then finally said, "I hope you don't mind me asking, but…are you…Tori Vega?"

"Come on, just tell him who you are!" one part of my brain said.

"You can't!" said the other part of my brain. "Don't forget that this man will kill you and your family if you tell this police officer yes!" I always had an internal argument with myself. It was my subconscious mind and my traumatized self that fought with each other.

Somehow, my traumatized self always won that fight.

I gulped and shook my head no. The man squeezed my shoulder and said, "No, this is my daughter Ally. And please don't talk to her. She's very shy and doesn't like to talk to people she doesn't know."

He slightly smiled and nodded. "Well…okay then. I'm sorry for bothering you two." He moved aside and let us walk ahead of him.

"Thank you," said the man and we walked off. He bought a few groceries and then we were checking out. Just as we were leaving the store, he grabbed a newspaper from the news stand and we left. We walked the two miles back to his house.

Just as I took off the wig and sunglasses, the man handed me the newspaper he had grabbed. I glanced at him confused and then looked down at the paper. My breath caught in my throat at what I saw. The front page had a picture of me, my parents, and Trina from a few months before. We look like a perfect, happy family. Above the picture were the words, "In search for missing teenager, Victoria 'Tori' Vega,"

"Tear it up." he said sharply.

I let out a sob and then tore it in half. I watched as my family got smaller and smaller the more times I ripped it. The more times I ripped it, the harder I cried. Once it was torn to shreds, I looked up at the man with teary yet angry eyes.

He smiled and grabbed it. "Good job," He threw it in the fireplace and then started a fire. I watched as the pieces of that newspaper burned up. Then he walked out of the room and came out moments later with the clothes I was wearing when he took me: my pajamas and Ugg boots. "You see this…just keep watching." I watched as he threw the clothes and boots in the fire. I closed my eyes, looked down, and just let the tears fall. "Everything about your previous life needs to be forgotten."

I let out a few silent sobs. "I want my mom and dad." I finally said.

"They no longer exist." he said bluntly. "I'm all you have."

I knew people were looking for me. The more we went out, the more missing flyers I saw of myself. Those were the hardest things for me. Most of the signs read things like, "If you know anything about Tori's whereabouts, please call us at" and it would give a number to call. I wanted so badly to call that number and say who I was.

That man had me brainwashed into thinking that I couldn't trust anyone except for him. I remember this one day perfectly. I had been missing for a while, but didn't know how long. Time went by fast, but at the same time, it went by super slow. We were walking down the streets of LA when two police officers stopped us. "Hello guys," said the lady cop. "Sir, could I talk to you for a minute alone?"

He squeezed my shoulder extra tightly. "My daughter stays with me."

The guy cop put his hand on my back and pulled me aside. "I'm sorry, sir, but this won't take long. She'll be fine." I let the cop take a few steps away from the man. "Hi there,"

I softly smiled. "Hi," I whispered.

"Can I have your name?" he asked.

"Ally Larson," I told him quickly.

He eyed me oddly. "Are you sure that's your name?"

"I think I know my own name." I snapped at him.

"Okay, I'm sorry." he told me. "It's just…you look a little like Tori Vega. Have you heard about her?" I gulped and shook my head. The two voices in my head were currently screaming at each other, giving me a headache. "She's the teenage girl that's been missing for the past two months." I mentally gasped. On the exterior, I didn't react in anyway. "Everyone has heard of her, especially people in the Los Angeles area."

"Well…I haven't." I told him. "I'm just…I guess I don't pay attention to the news around me."

The cop continued to drill me with questions and I shot back an answer as quickly as I could. After half an hour of questions and answers, the man got sick and tired of being asked questions by the lady cop, so he walked up to me, grabbed me by the arm, and said, "Okay, that's enough questions. Thanks for nothing." He pulled me away from both the cops. They both stood there a little confused.

We quickly went back to the house. As soon as we were inside, he turned to me and said, "What did you say to that cop?"

"Nothing," I said honestly. "I told him nothing."

He smiled. "Hmm, good job. You know what would have happened if you had told that cop who you are?" He hesitated and then said, "I would just have to kill you and everyone in your previous life, even your friends."

I gritted my teeth. "You better not lay a hand on any of my friends." When I said friends, I was referring to Andre, Beck, Robbie, Cat, and even Jade.

"And if you do as you're told, I won't." he said. "You see…it's a good thing that you listen to me. There are so many lives in your hands. I'm not kidding, one word to the cops about who you are…" He ran his finger across his neck. "And dead. Everyone…dead,"

I bit my lip and nodded. "Okay," I hated hearing those words more than anything.

…..

Three days later, during the late afternoon, while the man and I were just sitting in the living room, there was a knock on the door. It kind of startled both of us since no one ever visited his house.

The man panicked and told me to hide behind the door, in case it was someone in search of me. If he really wanted me to stay extra hidden, I could have just gone to the room I stayed in, but really, I don't know why I was complaining. If I hid behind the front door like he wanted me to, I would be literally feet away from the person at the door. So I stood there against the wall and the man opened the door as I stared at the back of the door, staying extra quiet.

"Hi, can I help you?" asked the man. I was surprised by how different he suddenly sounded. He was trying to come off as nice when really, he was just a scary gruff looking man with a deep voice.

"Yeah, hi sir, I was just wondering, do you know anything about Tori Vega?"

My heart stopped. My breath caught in my throat. In that instant, I felt like I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs and come out from behind the door. But I couldn't. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't even breathe too loudly or I would be heard. So I stood there, my back to the wall and the door inches from my face, and I pulled my hands up to my face and covered my mouth to stop myself from crying.

The man who tortured me daily was talking to my uncle.

"No, I don't," said the man. "But I think I've heard about her. Isn't she the girl who went missing like…a few months ago?"

Oh, my God.

"Yeah," said my uncle. "Two months and four days ago actually. I'm her uncle and I would do anything to see her again."

I wanted to bawl my eyes out.

"I know how you feel, sir. I have a ten-year-old niece and I don't know what I would if I lost her." I wanted to punch him so badly. He was lying through his teeth.

"Yeah, it's been hard." he told the man. "Especially for her parents. They would give anything in the world, and I mean anything, for her to come home safely."

Can I crawl in a hole and die?

"That's terrible." said the man. "I'm…I'm so sorry, but I don't know where she is. And I haven't seen her anywhere."

My eyes were filling up with tears and it was literally a struggle not to start sobbing. I was shaking uncontrollably.

"Alright, well thank you for your time."

"No problem," said the man and he closed the door and locked it. He glanced at me. "Good job." He walked away and went off to his room.

As soon as his door was closed, I started bawling. I quickly went to the window and looked out. I saw my uncle walking away and I could tell by the way he was walking that he was upset. He probably thought that all hope was lost and that I would never be found. But here I was. He got very lucky and came to the exact house that I was in. But he didn't know that. He also didn't know that I was watching him at that exact moment, crying my eyes out.

"Please…come back." I said weakly. I don't know what I was trying to accomplish since I knew he couldn't hear me. "Uncle Mike…please…I'm in here." I was crying so hard that my voice was shaking and my vision was blurred. "Please…I'm right here. I want…no…I need to get out of here. It's terrible." I had to stop and collect myself. Well, attempt to. "It's only been…two and a half months, but…I can't…I can't take it anymore." I watched him until he was completely out of sight. That was when I really lost it. "No…please, come back!" I fell to the ground crying.

For the next two hours, I stayed in that exact spot, bawling my eyes out, and just kept repeating over and over again, "just please come back."

My life was a complete and utter disaster. I hated it.

Okay guys, you have to remember...this man has Tori so traumatized and scared that she's afraid to say anything. I know things are horrible for Tori right now, but trust me when I say this; things do get better for her! It will just take some time…

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(By the way, to the person who was bashing Taylor Swift in my reviews, please don't do that. Taylor is one of my favorite singers ever, so I would appreciate it if you don't come to my story and bash her in the reviews. I don't appreciate reading that.)