I listened as the door was slammed shot and heard the click of a lock. His heavy footsteps pounded back up the stairs, leaving me hurt, scared, cold, and alone.

"Wake up!" A voice shouted. My body tried to jerk up, only to be pulled back to the cold floor. It was at that moment that I remembered what was happening.

"How did they find us? Why are they here?" He murmured to himself. He grabbed the back of the chair and threw it forward to untie the rope.

"Who's here? What do you mean?" I asked, not expecting an answer. He finished untying the rope and held my wrists so I couldn't escape.

"The police," He responded, "Now you're going to be a good girl and shower. After you're done, you'll get dressed and come back into this room. Don't say anything."

Hope grew in my chest at the thought of the police being here, until I realized what would happen. We were going to move again.

Reluctantly, I followed him into a room. There were no windows, so I couldn't escape.

"Now, I don't think it's possible to escape, but just incase, always remember I know where you live," He stated, smiling before walking out of the room.

I glanced at the outfit he had laid out. Jeans and a plain black shirt, as well as undergarments. There was a water bottle with a note attached to it.

Drink up. You have 15 minutes.

I grabbed the outfit and walked into the bathroom, quickly turning on the shower. I went to the bathroom and then took off my clothes.

As soon as I stepped in, I knee that I would have a hard time leaving. I was so dirty and I needed this. There was a certain comfort in a shower.

I scrubbed at my skin and bathed my hair in shampoo, trying to get rid of the smell from the basement. I began to cry silently as I realized that I might never see my mother again.

Blood and dirt swirled down the drain, and my skin had gone from pale to colored from the hot water. I felt better already, but I knew it wouldn't last.

Stepping out, I grabbed a towel and dried myself off. I struggled to put on the clean bra due to its small size. After successfully getting it over my head, I put on my underwear, jeans, and shirt.

Using my hands, I took out all the tangles in my hair and then tied it up with the hair tie I had on my wrist. I knew if I didn't look good he would get mad at me, and I don't want to know what the punishment would be.

When I walked back out, there were more things on the bed. Good thing I had locked the door.

I grabbed the coat and put it on, surprised that it was the best fitting thing I had on. My shirt had to be tucked into the jeans, which were only one size to big put still loose.

Slipping on the pair of socks and shoes, which also fit pretty well, I chugged the water. It felt so good to have something in my system.

After I was done, I opened the door and walked out. Trying to remember where the room was, I decided to go right. After a couple minutes, I arrived at the room.

"Good, you're done. Now you will join me to see the police. You are to not say anything unless spoken to. Your name is Elizabeth and you are 15. We are about to go to a restaurant for your grandmothers birthday, got it?" He asked.

"Alright," I answered in a low voice. He led me into the living room where I sat down on a couch. He opened the door and returned with two people behind him.

"Hello, were here to discuss the disappearance of Isabella Johnson. Would you happen to know anything?" The cop to his right asked, looking at him.

   "I am extremely sorry, but I don't know anything. I heard about what happened, truly tragic," He responded, pretending to be apologetic.

   The other cop glanced at me, her eyes widening, "You look an awful lot like her!"

   My eyes widened slightly and I watched the man tense up. To keep my identity, I laughed slightly.

   "I apologize, ma'am. My name is Elizabeth, not Isabella. I wish we could help you, but we don't have any information," I explained, not having to fake my sorrow. 

   "Alright, well I would just like to ask a couple of questions," The female cop said, looking back at him.

   "Of course, ask away," The man turned toward her and waited.

   The male cop stared at me, waiting to see my reaction.  A shiver went down my spine as I waited for the question.

   "Where were you the day that Isabella Johnson was taken?" She asked, looking him straight  in the eye.

~Kayla♥️