ABBY

As expected the party of Trey Hamilton at his parent's lake house is in full swing. Song of Nicki Minaj is blaring from inside the house. The lawn is full of teenagers playing football despite the empty beer bottles, red cups, and empty soda cans littered all over.

I shouldn't be here, I mentally tell myself but Rebecca was so adamant and I couldn't just say no. She's the closest to a sister that I've never had. We walk through the crowded dance floor that is already wet and sticky. The smell of booze, sweat, and cigarette are wafting in the air.

The mini bar full of drinks, cans of sodas, beer bottles, a bowl of pink punches and a bowl chips that could cause you salmonella. Rebecca reminded me not to take any drinks from anyone who offers, so I grab a can of soda instead.

Her boyfriend James arrived earlier than us since he came directly from the game. He approaches us with a huge grin on his face.

"Babe, you made it! thought you were joking!" James says happily after giving her peck on her lips and a peck on my cheek

"Hey Mack! good to see you here and not a boring party your parents you usually attended." I roll my eyes.

He's actually right but that's my parent's party so I had to be there and play a good daughter role. And I'm actually a good daughter.

"I said we were coming so here we are." Becca retorts without expressions in her face.

"Good babe! Let's dance later, okay?" James says who doesn't seem to care Rebecca's expression

"c'mon Mack I'd like you to meet someone!" James yells when the new song starts to play. He grabs Rebecca's hand and I grab her hand to follow them.

Rebecca pulls her hand back from James' grip, yelling

"Not a chance babe! I promised her mom I'll take care of her, it means no meeting with horny football players."

I just shrug when I see them whispering that makes Rebecca looks more annoyed then we keep walking through out of the crowd to the stairs and up to the second floor.

"He's not a horny, Mack, c'mon just meet him if you'll not like him just tell excuses like going to the bathroom or you have a stomach bug." I laugh at his lame excuses.

"Jesus! babe, you're so annoying!" Becca says, rolling her eyes.

"Babe, trust me okay? I'm not letting Mack just meet a jock and she's my friend too." James winks at me

"Relax babe." James adds

"Fine, whatever!" Rebecca forces to agree

"Who's he, James?" I ask

"You'll find out soon." He answers quickly. My brows met together.

We stop in front of the group of guys that I recognize as his teammates then he introduces me to them since they knew who Rebecca is already.

"Guys, this is Becca's friend Mack, Mack meet my teammates," James says. Everyone waves and says hi. I wave back and smile shyly.

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I feel out of place when everyone talks about winning their game. I know how the game works but I've never watched them play. Rebecca is already sitting in James' lap on the couch while I'm still standing at their back fidgeting.

I tap Rebecca's shoulder then excuse myself and leave. I walk down to the living room where everyone dancing, swaying, jumping and hands in the air to the music. Everyone looks like enjoying while I look like lost.

"Leaving already?" A husky voice asks from behind that makes me stop to halt.

I turn myself to where the voice came from, my eyes lands to the broad chest. I move my gaze up to the one and only, a six foot and two inches Trevor "Trey" Hamilton standing right in front of me.

Short blond hair disheveled in a stylish way, bright blue eyes that glimmers, high cheekbones, straight nose, full lips curved into a smile, chiseled jaw.

Jeez! I'm checking him out, the only reason why I'm here. When Becca told me that Trey will throw a party I jumped up and down and told my parents I'm going to party.

Clearing my throat "Um, yeah just going out for some fresh air" I look away

Lame excuse, I know because I saw him flirting with Lorrie "Bitch" Morgan slash The cheerleader when I was introduced to his teammates.

"Let's go then, for some fresh air." He says with an excitement in his voice, my heart flutters.

I look up and meet his gaze "Shouldn't you be with Lorrie?"

"She's a bitch, I don't wanna talk to her while she's bitching all night telling me about the cheerleading like everyone doesn't know about already." he explains while looking at me in the eyes.

I shrug then say

"Um, sure." He smiles

"Follow me,"

We scan the crowd to where fewer guys dancing that leads our way out of the house. I can't just avoid not to bump into to the couples making out in the hallway, horny teenagers I mutter rolling my eyes.

We keep walking for a couple more steps after successfully getting out of the house, the night cold breeze makes me shiver.

"So, you're Becca's friend, huh? I always saw you with her at school. You don't like football, do you? I've never seen you with her during the games." he says while we follow the stone paths near the lake where I can see few students sitting on the deck and others splashing their feet in the cold water.

"Yeah, she's my best friend. I'm not really a fan, it's like watching a wrestling match, the only differences are running and throwing a football." I tell him honestly.

"Yeah, too violent for you, so what is your plan for college?" he keeps looking at my eyes then down to my lips. It makes me a little bit self-conscious.

"I'm planning on staying here for college, my parents won't let me attend college away since I'm still not legally adult.

"Wait, how old are you, Mack?" He asks eagerly.

"15, I know I'm a freak" I answer while looking up to him.

He chuckles "You're not a freak Mack, you just excel and you should be proud of yourself, not like other girls who busied patting makeup on their faces." Wow, Trey is not bad after all. I give him a tight smile.

"Well, thanks. How about you, any plan for college?"

"Yeah, got a football scholarship, not going anywhere far too." he responses, smiling. I want to giggle so badly, he's cute.

No, he's hot.

"Wow, congrats, you deserved it!" I say tapping his arm playfully. He chuckles

"Thanks. I'll get us a drink, stay here, okay? be right back." I nod and watch him as he walks away.

I check my phone from the pocket of my jacket I wear over my red dress that Rebecca chose for me.

"Wear the red one Mack, red is your color. Boys like a girl in red."

"Are you sure? I have blue, green and white. I'm not allowed to date yet so I don't care if boys like a girl in red. I just want to see Trey." I say as I check the dresses on my hands.

"Trust me red is the best for you, wear it now, I still have to fix your hair. Then don't tell Catie." Her eyes glimmer.

"Mom will know trust me. Ask from down to bring us something to drink. press 3" I take the red dress and I hurry up to change.

"Okay, hurry up, we're meeting James there."

She applies mascara that makes my eyes bigger and stands out, she does my hair into a loose curl. I apply glittery lip gloss on my lips. I wear my red high heels that mom bought for me.

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I stay for a while and wait for Trey to come back. The evening is so peaceful. I can still hear the music from the distance, the tree leaves rustling as the wind blows, the smell of fresh air, and the moon reflecting on the lake looks magnificent.

Not bad after all. I'll thank Rebecca later. I hear footsteps coming closer to me. I turn my head to check but I didn't see anyone. Trey didn't come back yet. I feel goose bumps on my skin. The hair on my nape stands as I wrap my arms around me.

Staring at the moon then close my eyes slowly and take a deep breath, but before I can start my thought, hands grab my waist from behind, I yelp in surprise.

I grab the hands and try to lose them, so strong. I shout for help, my mouth and my nose instantly cover with a cloth. I can't breathe and can't hold any longer. I inhale something like chemical that burns my nostrils and my throat. I can't fight anymore my eyelids feel heavy then my body starts getting weak, my visions blurry, my eyes flutter closed.

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I open my eyes but I can't see anything, something covering my eyes. I can't move either, I start to panic. I try shouting but my mouth is sealed, adhesive or duct tape? I try to free my hands but it looks like I'm being chained, I can feel the cold metal on my wrists and the clinking sound when I struggle to move. For how long I've been in this position?

I feel cold, so cold. I can feel the cold floor on my skin. My ankles are chained too. I've never been afraid in my entire life until tonight, or is it a day already? I try moving but as soon as I struggle my wrists start to ache and my ankles too. No sounds coming from my mouth when I try to shout. I burst into a cry, my eyes are wet from my tears.

I remember my parents all of a sudden. Oh, my God! How long I've been here? Did my parents start looking for me? Rebecca? Trey? I cry until I feel exhausted that's when I hear a sound unlocking the door opens then closes. I hear footsteps. heavy footsteps, I freeze in my place, unable to move a muscle, because I'm so scared hell.

I've never felt so helpless like this. I don't know what will happen to me here. My throat hurts, raw and dry. My stomach grumbles. I'll probably die from hunger and or worse rot in here.

How my parents would react when they found out I'm dead? When they found my body naked, tortured or cut into pieces or worse burned to ashes or thrown to the ocean or buried deep under the ground. My body starts to shake from frustrations, anger, hunger and hopeless.

Please, God

please

please

please help me.

Please don't let me die like this...

My prayer cut short when a hand yanks my arm from the floor, I yelp and try to fight from the hand that grabs me, I kick my chained ankles, wiggling my arms but another hand grabs my hair and pulls until it feels like it separates from my scalp then at the same time I find myself back on the floor. It hurts like hell, my shoulders are shaking, my skin stings.

Not a single word coming from the owner of the hands who yanked me, mute? the footsteps are heavy and the way this person yanked like I weigh nothing. The pain is excruciating.

What I've done to deserve this? I can't remember to have an enemy, I'm not a bully either. I've been good at school. What kind of person like this? capable of hurting someone like me. A crazy? mentally ill? a psychopath.

It happened over and over again... grabbing me from the floor pulling my hair and throwing me back to the floor over and over again. A kick lands to my back...

Oh God! that's the worse pain I've ever felt, the worse pain of my entire life, the pain is agonizing, all my nerve endings react like I'm being burned alive. The only difference is it's cold down here, my body shakes, my teeth chatter, a kick from my lower body that makes me curl into a ball, another yanking and hair pulling then throws me back to the floor. The clinking sound of metal pierces my ears.

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A cold water jolts me awake. I'm so exhausted, weak, and hungry. I smell my own sweat, dried blood, a smell of rusty metal, my own pee whenever I can't handle the beating. I don't know how am I still alive?

I grind my head to the floor, the blindfold looses a bit, I try again then it finally loosens up from my head, it's pitch black, I can't see anything, hands grab my head and pushes me to the floor, I see stars.

The blindfold tied stronger this time. I feel a foot kick my abdomen stronger than before, then to my chest until I heard a loud crack.

I can't breathe, my breathing wheezes. The last thing I remember a strong pad hits my face.

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The high-pitched sounds irritate my ears.

beep

Beep

Beep...

I try to open my eyes slowly, my lids are heavy. I hear whispers... so soothing like a sweet lullaby. I close my eyes again but I can smell a hint of disinfectant and a floral scent too.

I blink rapidly when my eyes react to light, I open slowly, lights everywhere. Where am I? my half opened eyes wander around but all I see is white.

Until my eyes fix on my mom...

Mom and dad look so tired but there are smiles on their faces. I feel something warm squeezing my hand. I can't move, everything hurts...hurts like I've been on a train wreck.

I try to open my eyes fully but they feel like huge, bulging. I move my head but it won't; it aches, that's when I notice something attached to my neck. A neck collar.

"Hey Honey, thank God you're awake!" Mom's merry voice reaches my ears.

Tears start falling from her eyes. She kisses my cheek and my forehead, Dad did the same. I start to open my mouth but it's rough and dry, my throat hurts when I swallow like I swallowed broken glasses.

Mom offers a glass of water to my dry mouth, licking my dry lips, I drink the water slowly. I feel the cold water running down to my achy throat.

"Pumpkin, how are you feeling? We miss you. Thank God you're okay! you'll gonna be okay, sweetheart, I promise." Dad says, the pain in his eyes is visible.

What are they trying to tell me?

"Mom, dad? What happened?" I didn't even recognize my hoarse voice.

My brows furrow, my brain freezes. I can't remember anything, except I know for sure I'm in the hospital bed.

They exchange look then look back at me.

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