My brown eyes snap open from a world of darkness, to a room of unfamiliar surroundings.

'Where am I? Who the hell brought me here?' I thought. I tried to speak but my mouth was gagged by duct tape.

'Good thing I know how to get this off...' I managed to make a spit ball and spat it against the duct tape, successfully making it get loose and hangs off my mouth. I tried to stretch, but my hands were chained behind my back.

"Fuck. Handcuffs and chains. Let's try my legs." I mumbled under my breath, not wanting to alert anyone. I moved one leg forward slowly and carefully, only for it to be yanked back.

"Retractable chains?! Seriously?! What the fucking hell?!" I cursed under my breath. I heard footsteps coming from above me presumably towards the room where I was.

'Shit. Someone's coming...' I pretended to be asleep, keeping my eyes open just a tiny bit, so I could see what was going on. I heard a door open and close, then footsteps coming down some stairs. I heard a light switch turn on. I saw a lightbulb dangling by a small rope attached to the ceiling. I listened for a bit before hearing something... A ringtone?

'Wait... That's my ringtone that I have on my phone... That can't be a coincidence. Nobody else has a drum solo as their ringtone, so it's probably my phone. Damn it, whoever stole my phone is gonna get a fucking bitch slap.' I thought, making a mental note to slap my captor. I 'woke up', making sure that whoever the hell was down here with me, probably my captor, saw my eyes open. I heard the phone being picked up and pressed against my head... I heard a very familiar male voice speaking...

"Elaine, love, if you're hearing this, I can only hope you're safe, alive, and well." It took me a moment to realize who it was.

"Ethan?!" I said, hoping he could hear me. He sounded... scared, like any second something or someone was going to jump out and scare him. The voice changed to another familiar male voice.

"Iris, Sean, and Elaine, if you're both still alive, I hope you guys are safe and not captured by.... him." He sounded panicked and I could faintly hear crunching footsteps getting closer.

"Mark?! Mark, what do you mean? Who's him?" The voice changed again, this time it was a female.

"Elaine, Mark, Sean, and everyone else, I love you guys and hope you all are safe and not dead..." She sounded like she was sobbing about something and I could hear the same crunching footsteps.

"Iris......." I felt tears begin to prick at my eyes, slowly blurring my vision.
It changed again.

"Iris, I love you sis, Mark, keep on smiling and being like the brother we never had, Elaine, please, don't stop drawing and being strong against your dad..."

"Sean... H-how...." I felt my vision blur as tears clouded my vision, creating a waterfall out of my eyes, and confusion was clouding my racing mind. Sean's once-soothing voice that had brought me out of several attacks was now breaking and full of pain. I felt my heart break in two. It changed again.

"Mary.... I love you.... and always will... I'm sorry I fought with you and drunk so much.... I should've been a better husband. Elaine... my daughter.... I'm so, so, so sorry for what I've done to you.... I should've been a better and more supportive father and not the dad who was drunk all the time. I truly do love you.... and I wish I could've been there for you more... I know I'm probably going to jail for what I've done, so please... just know that I loved you and that I know what I did was NEVER right." He sounded genuine and in the most sober voice I've heard in.. years. I would've said something.

Except, I said nothing. I just let the tears fall silently and quickly. He's the only one on here that I won't miss, even if he IS my father. Not a very good one, but still.
Another change.

"Elaine, my little girl... I love you so much. I know it was hard with your father and me fighting and I wish he wasn't so drunk all the damn time.... I hope to God that you and your friends are safe and sound and that your father goes to jail for what he's done."

"Mom...." The tears wouldn't stop. The phone was taken away from my ear. I heard a low chuckle on the left side of me.

"Shhhh... awww.... don't cry my beautiful little angel..... they're fine... for now..." The male voice was like honey, dripping with a sickeningly sweet tone. I heard him move in front of me. I felt shivers move down my spine. I saw a hand move towards my face and instinctively tried to move my face away from his hand. I felt his hand move to my cheek. I closed my eyes, expecting him to slap me. I waited but nothing came. I felt his cold hands gently wiping the tears off of my face. I slowly opened my eyes.

"Hey.... don't worry, I'll get you out of here. I'm really, really sorry about him. He's really fucked up in the head." I heard someone whisper gently. It was... my captors voice... but he sounded different... His voice sounded almost like a lullaby. Gentle, nice, and very soothing.

I heard a lock click and I felt the chains get unlocked.

"Don't punch me, ok?" I heard the voice say. I rubbed my aching wrists and stretched my arms. I looked in front of me to see a guy... He had messy black hair and bright green eyes, he was about 5'9 or 5'10, wearing a bright blue shirt, and a pair of black leggings with rainbow tennis shoes.....

"Um.... thanks?" I said, realizing that I didn't know his name.

"The name's Nick. Nick Scars." He said.

"I'm Elaine... Elaine Lovington." I said.

"Just so you know, I didn't do this to you..." Nick said.

"Well then, who did? I'm pretty sure you're the only one down here besides me, unless someone else is hiding in the dark." I sarcastically said the last sentence, trying not to shout at him.

"Um... It's hard to explain..." Nick said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Hard to explain? What? That you broke into my house, knocked me out, kidnapped me, took me to your house, waited until I woke up, then made me listen to that creepy fucking recording, and then pretended to comfort me and act like everything is ok?!" I said.

"What recording? And like I said earlier, I didn't do shit to you. Someone else did." He said.

"The one on MY phone, and don't lie to me." I said, putting emphasis on the my.

"Which side did it come from? Left or right? Plus, I'm telling the truth." He said.

"The left, and you still haven't answered my initial question." I said. He nodded and went to the left side of the place where I was chained up.

He held up a phone with a starry case. I walked over to him and snatched the phone out of his hands.

"Yup, this is my phone. Now, are you going to answer my question or not?" I said. I turned it on and my background showed up. There was a single message on it. The number just said: Unknown. I clicked my home button and put in my password. I looked at the message which said only one thing......

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I woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. Sitting up and looking around, I made sure I was in my bedroom, with its neutral gray walls, and oak wood floor, and not still in the dream. I swung my legs over the side of my bed and looked at my alarm clock. It was 5:00 in the morning. I heard the faint beeping of my alarm clock, and I quickly turned it off, lest I wake my mom, or much worse, my dad, a drunken, abusive alcoholic of a motherfucker, who is also a terrible parent. He's too fucking drunk to control his emotions, and what he's doing to his own child. He fights with my mom way too much and I'm SICK of it.

'Well, no use trying to sleep now.... time to get up, get ready, and get some breakfast.. God, I hope my dad isn't awake yet... I hope he's at a bar somewhere, drunk off his ass and asleep at the counter.'

I get out of bed and carefully walk over to my dresser, pulling out some ripped jeans, a black t-shirt with green glitches and the word 'ERROR' on all over the front of the shirt. I smiled and got dressed.

"Now, where did I put my homework?" I mumble, looking around the room. I spotted it on my little black desk near my window. I grabbed it, and walked to the foot of my bed where I saw my galaxy-colored backpack. I shoved my homework inside, checking to make sure I had everything.

'Folders, check. Textbooks, check. Homework, check. Lunch that I made last night, check. Pencils, check. Phone.... No check.....' I walk over to my nightstand and grab my phone with its starry phone case. I turn it on, looking to see if I had any new messages.

'Nope. Someone's probably gonna text me later anyways.' I put the phone in the left side pocket of my backpack, deciding to leave it where it was. I carefully open the door and quietly sneak down half of the stairs. I peek around the corner where the landing of the stairs led to the living room to see the person that made my life at home a living hell.