Chapter 3: The Big Search
(MAVE)
Have you given up searching? Well, I haven't. You can't give up on love, don't give up or else you will regret it.
I don't know why but today my ex-boyfriend suddenly decided that we needed to change our location. To me that only meant one thing, someone had discovered where I was. Whoever it was, I knew I had to leave a clue for them somewhere. So I took to writing. Since the day I got kidnapped, I have learned to improvise when it came to things that I lack. The first day I came, I had looked around the room and found a pen without its case, but no paper. So I used a part of my ripped clothes as paper. Each day I would always write a little note about what happens to me and any tiny detail that might help with knowing where I am. Where did I hide them from him? Well, they were carefully hidden in the corner of a wall after I had stumbled upon a brick that appeared to be loose. I put all the letters in and made sure that it barely could be noticed unless the wall was hit with wall extreme force. How do I know? Because I tried it myself to make sure. Does it bring pain? Yes, but it was worth it. But I needed to make sure that whoever is coming for me, finds them. So I decided to write one last time on StoryApp. I opened up my phone and started a new chapter under the story I already wrote, which I just noticed has a lot of views. Are you probably wondering how my so called "fiancé" hasn't taken my phone away yet because of the story? Well, I might have created two accounts since Mike snoops through my phone at night. Who is Mike you might be wondering? It is non-other than by wannabe "fiancé." Anyway, since each night he checks my phone, so I created two accounts, that way he won't be on to me. I know he checks my phone because after what happened that night, I lost my ability to sleep, or rather I refused to sleep.
#Flashback
You see it was currently around midnight, I had recently just finished doing by daily self-therapy session, and was getting tired. I had closed my eyes to get a little bit of sleep when I heard someone walk into the room, or cell as I like to call it. I wondered why he was here and thought maybe he just came to get something, so I didn't think much about it. That is until I felt a sudden shadow fall over me sending shivers through my body. I turned around to see what he was doing, only to suddenly get pushed down. I look up and there he was, holding me down. I knew immediately what he was thinking, so I started to panic. He forcefully kisses me and forces his tongue into my mouth. Fortunately, I was able to stop him before it went further I felt so disgusted that I bite him, and found a way to kick him in between his legs. At first, he hunched over, but the pain subsided so quickly, that I wasn't able to get away as I wanted. He quickly grabbed me and started hitting me out of anger. After about 30 minutes of beating and abuse, he got tired and walked out. Leaving me there with nothing but bruises and bloody cuts all over my body. Ever since that night, terrified that he might try it again, and knowing that I wouldn't be able to stop him next time, I just stayed awake, giving up on sleep entirely.
#End of flashback
Even the thought of that night still brings me to tears and reminds me of how much of a disadvantage I was in with this whole situation. But back to the matter at hand. I looked around the room, trying to find a description of it, one that would be easy to follow. In my last chapter, I wrote about what the room was like. Since it was very cold, I was either in the basement or attic. About how when you look at the window on the wall, 20 bricks down, and 15 to the left, you would likely find all the small notes that I wrote including the one from today. And then I thanked everybody who read my story, about how much I appreciated them. and signed off for who knows how long.
I reread what I wrote over again and then posted it. I turned off the notifications and then signed into my other account, after deleting that one. And as if called, I heard his footsteps heading towards me. I turned off my phone and took my regular spot by the window. The door unlocked and he walked in.
"Get your shit, we're leaving now." I got up and got the little property that I had with me which included my phone, two sets of clothes, and my shoes. I walked past him quickly to avoid him trying to do anything and was greeted by the dark. He then walked up to me, grabbed my arm, and pulled me along. We went down a flight of stairs and walked past a kitchen and a living room. We then came out a door. It wasn't the same door I had been brought through when I first came here, so that meant that it must be some sort of back door. And the use of a back door means that people probably lived near so if they saw us leave from the front, they would be witnesses. The door then suddenly opened, and my face was attacked by light. The moment I saw the open door I thought of running, but I then realized I couldn't. Why? Well, to run away you first need to know where you're running away to and from. I didn't know where in the world we were. I wasn't even sure if we were still in the same state. He then led me to a car, threw me into the back, got into the driver's seat, and soon we were off. Please whoever is out there still looking, hurry up.
SOMEWHERE IN ANOTHER STATE
It took a while to get the police on board, but after they looked over the story for the hundredth time, they reluctantly admitted that it was Mave, but said it would take longer for them to locate where the story had been written from, and I would be contacted if they found any clues. I walked out of the police station with a sigh of relief. I didn't know where she was, but at least now I know that she is still alive. I will do everything I can to reach her. So please Mave, stay alive.
"Don't do anything you will regret and I will come and get you I promise! Wait for me!"
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