twist in life

“Call me later. Ok?”
“I will. Bye Jen.” I said, as Jennifer, my best friend, and I went our separate ways on our way to our houses after school. I hated the last five blocks I had to walk by myself, especially now that I found out that one of my dad’s friends was practically stalking me. He hand admitted to my father last week that he had pictures of me all over his house. He also told my dad that he wants me to his girl. My father then told him to leave the house and never come back. I started getting weird emails the next day. They said, you will me mine. I love you Claire. I can’t wait for us to finally make love. I can’t wait until your mine. I will possess you. I won’t let anyone come between us.
I was only two and a half blocks from my house when I saw his truck drive by me slowly. So slowly he was going at my pace. “Hey baby.” He said smiling. I kept my eyes in front of me, ignoring him. “Something wrong babe? Why don’t you get in and I’ll take you home.”
“No.” I said, reaching the next corner. Now I was only two blocks from my house. He suddenly sped off. I thought he finally got the hint. When I got home his truck was parked across the street, but I thought nothing of it. As I entered the house I saw my father being choked with a rope by Ron, my stalker. He let go as he saw me, and my father’s body fell to the floor with a thud. I started to back away until I hit the door way. Then he was on top of me. He grabbed my arm and dragged me to my room. He threw my overnight bag that was by the door at me after he pushed me on my bed. I curled up in fear.
“Pack…now!” he said as I just sat there looking at him. “Pack now or you go without.”
I nodded, scared as I ran over to my dresser and grabbed my favorite two tops, a pair of jeans, the hoody Jen gave me, a couple pairs of underwear, an extra bra, my doodle pad, and my color pencils. He grabbed the bag from me with one hand and grabbed my arm with the other hand. He dragged me down the stairs and into his truck. “Get in.” he said as he opened the driver’s door. He pushed me in through the drivers door, and over to the passengers side. “That door doesn’t open.” He said as I looked at the handle. He set my bag in between us as he pulled the truck out on to the road. He took a road south out of town.
After we had been on the road for an hour I pulled my doodle pad and my pencils out. I started drawing a heart. Then I had it breaking in half and then drops of blood falling down from it. I signed in the bottom corner and flipped the paper over and drew my mother from my memory. I drew a different picture of my mom almost every week since she died two years ago. Ron looked over at me as I finished the picture of my mother.
“She was so pretty. But you are so much more beautiful.” He said as I scooted over a little, away from him, in my seat, as I grabbed my necklace.
“Why are you doing this to me?
“Because I love you.” he said with his eyes on the road. We were still headed south. “We’re going to be stopping at the next gas station. Will you be a good girl or do I need to knock you out?”
I jolted back in fear. “Don’t hurt me, please.”
“Shh.” He said, calmly as we pulled into a gas station. “Don’t move.” He said as he got out of the truck and started to fill the truck with gas. As it filled he stood by the open door. “Do you need anything to eat or drink? Or do you need to use the bathroom while we’re here. We wont be stopping again until we hit—hold on.” He went and took out the nozzle after it clicked. “We won’t be stopping again until we hit Mexico. We should be there by night fall I think.” I nodded. “Well?”
“A soda would be nice.” I said, smiling, trying to fool him into thinking I was going to be a good girl. “And maybe a bag of chips or something. I'm kind of hungry.” Which wasn’t a lie. I hadn’t eaten since lunch at school, and now it was almost 6 p.m.
“ok.” He said, closing the door and heading to the store.
I quickly tried my door. He was right, it wouldn’t open. I tried to roll the window down, but that was stuck too. I was about to bolt out his door when I saw him heading back towards the truck. He got in, handed me the soda and chips and turned the car on. We pulled back onto the street and headed south some more. When we were on the open road again he grabbed my arm and pulled me over next to him, knocking my bag of clothes, and my pad and pencils to the floor.
I started to shake slightly as he spoke. “If I ever catch you trying to get away from me again, I will kill you. Understand?”
I nodded, almost in tears.
“good.” He says, as he pushes me back away from him towards the door. I pull myself in a little ball and cry. After everything that happened that day I think I deserved the right to cry. After a few minutes of crying he looks over at me, and asks, kindly, “What the problem baby?”
“I hate you!” I screamed. “You killed my dad and then you kidnapped me. I hate you! You’re evil!”
He just kept his eyes on the road, as I screamed. “Do you feel better now?” he asked when I was done.
I didn’t answer as I stared out the window, tears streaming down my face. A few minutes later I bent down and put my colored pencils and my doodle pad in my bag and then put the bag on my lap.
I sat there for the last hour of the drive, holding on to the bag for dear life. We suddenly turned into a hotel parking lot. It was a cheap one; the kind where you pay cash and they don’t ask for an I.D.
He parked right in front of the door so he could see me from inside as he got the key to a room. When he came back out he pulled the truck to the door with six on it.
Ron turned the truck off and grabbed my arm. “Come on baby.” He said, as he pulled me out and walked over to the door. He opened the door and pushed me in as he went and grabbed a duffle bag from behind the driver’s seat.
I thought about running but knew I wouldn’t make it far. So I just walked in the room. I held my bag tight in my hand, as I looked around. To my dismay there was only one bed, no couch, and the bathroom. I dropped my bag as my head started to spin.
I suddenly felt a hand on my arm and I ran. I bolted into the bathroom, locking the door behind me quickly. I put my back against the door, starting to cry from fear of what would happen to me tonight.
I heard the door handle jingle a little, then I heard his voice. “Baby, come on out.” He asked in a loving voice.
“No.” I cried, turning around so I facing the door.
“Please baby.” Ron asked, in a little louder voice.
“No.” I said, in a raised voice, backing up into the far wall.
“Now.” He said, sternly.
“NO!” I screamed.
“Fine. You have left me no choice.” He said, calmly and then seconds later the door was being kicked in. Seconds after he was in the room he had me pinned to the wall. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, his eyes radiating anger.
I broke down crying in his arms, “Please don’t rape me.”
He just stared at me for a moment, and then pulled me into his arms. “Shh, baby. I'm not going to hurt you as long as you’re a good girl.” He said, grabbing the sides of my face and looking into my eyes.
I blinked away a tear, and then looked at his face. I nodded slightly. He pulled me forward as if to kiss me and I fought, scared. His grip on my head suddenly got tighter and his eyes turned angry. The last thing I remember is my head going backwards some and hitting the wall hard enough to make a dent in it. Then everything went black.