Authors: Whitney Cannavina
By Whitney Cannavina
*This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead is coincidental.
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* This book also depicts some scenes of a sexual nature and other adult content and is recommended for those who are 18+.
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When I was young my parents told me I shouldn’t trust strangers that you never knew if they could be dangerous. What they should have warned me of is to trust no one because even those who are close to you are just as dangerous. I wish someone had told me this before I was abducted. I wish someone could have warned me of the dangers so close to home. How could anybody know that even someone who is supposed to be safe and trustworthy would be the one to hurt you the most?
On the day of my 18
birthday I was kidnapped by my teacher. I never saw it coming. I was seemingly oblivious to the danger lurking just inside the walls of my high school. To know that I saw this person everyday pretending to be someone safe and helpful, I never knew he made the devious plan to take me and keep me as his. He watched me from the outside looking into my carefree world as I walked around the school living my life as every teenager should with many friends and participating in school activities such as football games and dance’s.
I was a cheerleader so I was there for every win or loss our boys of fall had along with pumping up the students during pep rallies and other miscellaneous school functions we attended. Along with my cheerleading career I was a straight A student and at the top of my class. I’m in my senior year at Montgomery High which is located on the west coast just north of Los Angeles about an hour and a half away. It’s a rather safe campus or so I thought.
I’ve already received several offers for a full ride to some very important universities such as Harvard, Yale and even USC. I haven’t decided where I plan to go but I do know that I want to stay someplace close to my family and Forrest Levine. He’s my brothers best friend and a real bad boy but oh so dreamy and I’ve loved him for years. He doesn’t know of my feelings for him but I planned to change that as soon as my 18
birthday arrived because then he would have no reason to deny being with me except if he didn’t like me, which I hoped that wasn’t the case. My brother Damon and Forrest are a few years older than me, five years to be exact, and I know that Forrest would never give me a shot when I was under 18. He didn’t need to be in any more trouble than he’s already been in. Being a known bad boy, my age shouldn’t make it difference but he’s turned his life around and won’t take any chances no matter how big or small. Now that I’ve been kidnapped though, I’ll never be able to tell him how I feel or tell my parents and brother how much I love them. I’ll never get to graduate with my friends or go to college. I’ll never become a social worker and help children find good homes and take them out of the hell holes they live in with drugs and abuse that are a constant in their lives.
I thank Forrest for opening my eyes to the atrocities that happen to thousands if not millions of children who come from poor or broken families all over the world. Forrest came from a broken home. When he was four his dad died when he was hit by a drunk driver on his way home from work leaving him and his mother alone with no job, no money to pay for food or a safe and loving home to live. His mom turned to prostitution shortly after his father’s death to make ends meet and ended up getting hooked on drugs because of her pimp. She would return home after a few days high as a kite and leaving Forrest home alone the rest of the time when she wasn’t home. There was always a new client coming over or her pimp who would hang around at their apartment. He would shoot up and have sex with his mom right in front of Forrest neither caring about who saw or how it could affect a child. Forrest was even beaten almost to death by his moms pimp because he couldn’t stop crying from seeing her being fucked by several guys. At the time his mom was being paid to have sex with the pimp and two other guys, scaring Forrest. At the time he was only six and didn’t understand what was happening to her. He just thought they were hurting her because of the noises she was making.
Forrest has had a fucked up life and he has never trusted anybody which is why I think he’s never had a steady girlfriend. The only person he ever trusted was my brother, me and eventually my parents. They met not long after the incident with his mother’s pimp when he was placed into foster care and moved to the same school as my brother. My brother befriended him on his first day and they’ve been inseparable ever since. My parents welcomed him into our home with open arms and eventually they became certified foster parents and requested to foster him when he was transferred out of one family’s home at age 10 because of fighting too much. When my parents took him in, they took him to counseling for his anger hoping it would prevent him from getting into fights. It took several years to get his anger and fighting under control to where it was only once in a blue moon that Forrest snapped. Since first hearing the details of what he went through, we never knew what happened to his mom after but I’m sure my parents know and just wish to not say unless Forrest asks.
As I think back to the first day I met the first and only boy who would ever capture my heart, I’m interrupted by my captors fast approaching footsteps through the corridor that dead ends into my hell hole. I dread every moment in his presence knowing what’s to come. If only I knew what was going to happen the day of my abduction I would have tried to prevent it. I would have called my brother to come get me instead of accepting a ride from him.
Mr. Morris was my P.E. teacher and the coach for the boys wrestling team. Little did I know he was also harboring sick and demented feelings for me? Mr. Morris, or Jeremy as he wants to be called, claims he loves me but it is more like he’s obsessed with me. I never even had a clue. I only saw him for one class during the day and he never singled me out, so on the day of my birthday when I found my car dead and the battery cables cut, Mr. Morris offered his help. When Mr. Morris saw me he offered to jump my car but noticed the line to the battery was cut so he insisted on giving me a ride home. I was already running late because of cheerleading practice running long and having to stop at my locker to grab my scholarship forms and stack of school applications to apply to, I never thought it suspicious that my lines were cut. I just wanted to get home and get ready for my party. When Mr. Morris insisted on the ride I gladly accepted. I figured when I got home I could let my brother know that my car was broken down at the school and he could have someone pick it up and take it to the shop to be worked on. I never got the chance to tell him because the moment I stepped into the passenger seat of Mr. Morris’ car, I would never return home.
As I look around the tiny little cell I’m being kept in, I note for the hundredth time that there is no place to run or hide and nothing I could use against my captor. I have a single mattress with one white pillow, one grey fleece blanket and a bucket for me to relieve myself in that leads to a drain in the middle of the room and nothing else. I haven’t showered once since being here only being given baby wipes to clean myself off with. I’ve been here for god knows how long and I’ve never been brought out of this room. I have no clue where I am, just that its cold in here all the time. Mr. Morris is the only person I’ve seen since being here and he visits every day in the afternoon, at least I assume since he is a teacher and can only come when school is out in the afternoons. He leaves for me every morning two water bottles and several snack bars for food and in the evening he brings me a warm meal. I’m always afraid to eat or drink any of it because when he offered me a water bottle in his car the day of my abduction, it was drugged and I passed out only to wake up several hours later in this dark room alone. I know I need water and food to survive but I try to take as little as possible to avoid being drugged again.
His footsteps are right outside the door and I know that any minute now he’s going to open it and there’s nothing I can do to save myself. I’ve tried hitting and kicking him only to be overpowered by him and tied up for the rest of the night. I know I can’t win against him but I still try every chance I get. He’s gotten smarter since the first few times and now he ties me up once he steps through the door and unties me just before he leaves. He never tries anything with me, just talks to me about what he did that day, or the latest gossip and how much in love he is with me. I’m thankful he hasn’t raped me but I’m not sure that at some point he won’t go there. I dread the day that happens because I never wanted for my first time to be with someone I hate and am disgusted by. I always dreamed it would be with Forrest but I doubt I’ll ever see him or my family again.
I hear Mr. Morris unlatching the several locks he has on the steel door before the turn of the knob and it slowly swings open with a squeal that only rusty metal makes. When he steps through the threshold I try to crawl as far away in the corner as I can possibly get and hide under my blanket even though I know it’s a worthless cause. He carefully steps into my cell and looks around before shutting the door and locking it with the key he has attached to his key ring that he always stuffs in his pants pocket out of my reach. Even if I could take him down I would have to find the key in his pocket and unlock the door before he got back up which would be near impossible for me. I just need to find a way to knock him out but I have no weapons and nothing strong or hard enough to hit him with.
“Hello Sierra. I have good news for you. Today you’ll be getting out of here. Isn’t that nice?” He doesn’t make a move to come closer and I wonder just what he means by me getting out of here. He can’t possibly mean I can go home can he? Why would he just let me go when he knows I knew he was my abductor? There is no way he’s letting me go but maybe he is taking me to a bigger cell. Who knows but now is my chance for escape so I need to play nice until I’m out of this cell.
“Where are we going?” My voice is shaky and quiet but I know he heard me because he smiles at me with that gorgeous smile that I hate so much. Mr. Morris is very a good looking man. He’s not your typical boring teacher and he doesn’t look like he would need to abduct women just to be with them. He’s young maybe the same age as my brother with golden blonde, thick, wavy hair and near perfect eyebrows that frame his chocolate brown eyes and long dark eyelashes. His nose is only slightly too long and he has full lips with straight white teeth. His face is always impeccably smooth, he’s tall maybe six two or six three and has a rock hard and chiseled body. He runs and lifts weights with the wrestling team along with the activities during all of his P.E. classes. I used to think he was handsome for a teacher but now I’m disgusted whenever I see his face.
“My precious Sierra. I’m taking you home.” My heart beat picks up at hearing I’m going home. I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face at knowing I get to see my family again and Forrest. I’ll finally get the chance to tell him how I feel. I’ve realized I need to live life to the fullest and have no regrets because you never know how long you’ll have or when you’ll see the people you love again. If this kidnapping has taught me anything it’s that you should always tell the people you love just how much they mean to you.
I don’t think about it as I get up and run up to Mr. Morris throwing my arms around his neck and hug him tight. I don’t know why he’s decided to let me go but I’m not going to ask questions in case it causes him to change his mind. “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you Mr. Morris. I’ve missed my family and I can’t wait to see them again.”