(MAVE)
Family, what is it? Should it not be filled with love, compassion, and happiness? Then why did you bring me nothing but pain? Why did you resent me so much?
I am so tired, but I do hope that someone finds my clues. I really, really hope they find them. I don't want to go...I don't want to go there. I am so scared, why? Well, I finally found out. Mike isn't working alone. Just yesterday, I overheard him talking to the one person in my life I wish didn't exist. My FATHER! Yup, he was talking to my father, which means all my night of trying to resists might come to an end. Now I know what your thinking, why do I hate my father so much? Well, let me tell you a little story.
#Flashback(warning curse words, self-harm, violence)
Once upon a time, there was a girl who lived with her parents and.....well, things weren't always so great or all rainbows and sprinkles as some people would say. You see whenever you were to pass my house the first thing you will likely hear is...…
"YOU STUPID BITCH, CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT?"
Yeah, that is how my morning starts, because that is what it was like every day in my house, my father was always coming home drunk. Whenever he came home, he wanted everything perfect, so he would start nagging at us as if we were housemaids. He would always yell at our mother, and at once came to a time when he just started to take his anger out on me. After a while this started, our mother started to constantly leave the house whenever she knew our father was coming home. Then she would come back smelling like cologne, which would always make things worst because then our would become even more unbearable. Then the next day when he comes home and only saw me, it ended with him beating and then kicking me out. This was just the tip of the ice burg, and at some point, I started getting depressed and anxious. Then the day when I just couldn't take it anymore, I started cutting, but things didn't end well. I didn't hear my father come home, so he ended up walking in and seeing me. And guess what he does. He grasps the razor and says that I wasn't cutting deep enough. He then starts cutting my arm to the point that I passed out and I had to go to the hospital. Or at least I should have gone to the hospital, but well, that isn't what happened. He just took alcohol poured it all over the cuts and tied up the cuts with pieces of my underwear that he had cut up. That is how life was, things kept on going like this until one day my father had come home really drunk, and I was with our mother. He pushed me to the ground and tore off my clothes. I got scared and started to cry, and as if on time my mother walks in along with my younger sister. My mother just walked by and doesn't say anything, but my little sister, Vivi screamed and called the police. My father was of course released because he was very famous and known for being rich, so he bribed his way out with just a warning.
#End of flashback
That is how my life went, filled with nothing but beatings, so yeah, the usual human childhood. And no one knew that better than Mike, but now what is he doing? Trying to bring me right back. Who knows what happened to our mother. I don't care. I hate to say it but she was a lot nicer when she was asleep, she was a terrible mother and I would be happy if she just stayed out of my life forever. But now I have suddenly been forced back into a life with him in it. I was still deep in thought when I felt a sudden jerk. I looked up and found myself being pushed out of the car and into a nearby train. Now that I think about it, I could swear I have seen this train before. Maybe a long memory.....and the route he was taking reminded me a little too much of my dad. It was then that it finally dawned on me. Where we were, where we were going. We were going straight to him, to my father. I remember this route, we once went on a family trip to Washington to see him. It was a long time, but I remember being so fascinated by the train. I had been too lost in my thoughts that I hadn't realized it. No, no, no. I am not ready to see if, I don't want to see him. Why is this happening to me? No! Someone, anyone. Help, please I am begging you. "Help Me!."
SOMEWHERE IN ANOTHER STATE
After a long day at the airport the police got the news that they had found a clue of where Mave had been kept, which is why as of right now, the police and I are currently at an old abandoned house, it still looked good on the outside, but the inside seemed to be broken apart. Broken and empty with no clues of anyone having been there. We decided to ask people around, and most said that a girl and a boy used to live here before they suddenly moved. One of them said that they left somewhat near sunset, that nobody saw them leave, but they heard the car drive out of its parking spot. This then told me that somehow, whoever kidnapped her, found out we were coming. But at the same time, this meant that I could cross off the high school ex. best friend since it was a male that took her. But then they could be working together. If I remember, didn't Mave say that her best friend's mom used to have an affair with her father? What if they were all in this. The more this went on, the more stressful everything became.
"Um....sir, we found a clue that might help us with our search. Do you want to come in and check?"
I turned towards the officer who had talked. I looked at him, and then back to the house. I did this for a while, Why? I was scared, I didn't know what I would find in there or if I would even find Mave. But I knew that I had to keep trying. No matter how hard it may be.
"Yes. I actually, I would like nothing more."