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Authors: Whitney Cannavina

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“NO! Don’t. Just take me to a hospital. They’ll fix it.”

“Sorry beautiful but that’s not going to happen. Besides, I’ve done this before.” As he readies himself to force my shoulder back in place, he moves me around until he has me in the upright position and then pulls. It burns and hurts more than any pain I’ve ever felt. Between my broken noses, this is a close second. But even after he pops my shoulder into place the pain doesn’t go away just lessens. It turns into a deep throb and burn and I feel as if my arm is filled with lead it’s so heavy. I can’t move but I don’t want to right now. Mr. Morris says something to me about getting towels and water to clean me up but I only half listen.

When Mr. Morris returns, he has a small bucket of water and several rags with him. He takes a seat next to me and dips the rag into the water and starts cleaning me of the blood that flowed from my nose. He takes off his shirt before ripping my blood soaked top from me and replacing it with his.

“Much better. I think you look amazing in my shirt. So sexy.” I don’t say anything. I don’t even look at him. I just want him to leave me alone now. It’s disgusting that he looks at me with desire. “Now. Back to what happened. Why would you do that? That was very mean. You hurt me and then you made me hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you but you can’t go trying to escape and expect not to have consequences. Now your shoulder is going to be sore and so is your nose.” He grabs my chin and forcefully turns me to face him so he can look at my nose. He traces my cheek with his finger causing me to try and pull away. His look turns from desire to fury at my refusal. I close my eyes to ward of the bile that is trying to make its way up my throat and when I do Mr. Miller takes that moment and straightens my nose making me scream out in pain and jerk back. I must have jerked back harder than he thought I would because I slammed my head into the ground and passed out. When I woke he was gone and the room was clean of any evidence of what happened. My head hurt and when I went to touch it there was a bump on the back that was tender to the touch.


Day 3 of my abduction.


I waited all day again without seeing or hearing anybody walking the halls. I spent the whole day screaming and hitting the door hoping someone would hear me knowing that there would be none. While I did this I also planned. I planned to escape. Again. But this time I hoped it would work. I may be in pain but I’d be willing to push through that pain if it means my escape. I have been hitting the door with my good arm while I let my other arm rest for when I need it to escape. When I finally hear the footsteps of Mr. Morris coming I wait by the door but where I know he will see me once he opens it. I will try to make him think that I won’t try anything. Hopefully that will make him drop his guard. I hear the lock turn and the door slowly open. When he sees me he smiles showing his beautiful straight teeth.

“Oh good. You’re not going to try and attack me again.” I notice for the first time that his lip is cut and he has a bruise on the side of his face. Good for me. I didn’t think I did much damage and that’s not much but I’m still happy that it’s something.

“Yeah. Kind of hard to plan an escape with a limp arm.” I shrug and give a small smile. Hopefully that will make him think that I’m not going to do anything.

“Well I’m glad you had a change of heart. I knew you would change your mind eventually.” I step back some to give him room to come in and just before he closes the door I grab his arm and pull him to me making him think I want him close which causes him to give me an even bigger smile. I try not to show my disgust and the trembling of my hands as I shove him against the wall. His eyes bulge and he stiffens as if he thought I was going to hurt him before relaxing and staring down at me with lust filled eyes. Just what I wanted. I start to kiss along his jaw and watch as his eyes close before I ram my knee into his groin causing him to curse and bend over grabbing himself trying to catch his breath as he breathes through the pain. I take that moment to slam my hands in between his shoulder blades so he falls to the floor and take off through the open door but he was faster. His hands shoots out grabbing hold of my ankle making me fall face first to the ground. I try to stop myself from actually hitting my face on the concrete using both arms and ultimately hurting my shoulder. The sharp pain that zings through my arm and shoulder causes me to cry out but I try with all my might to ignore it as I try and drag myself away from Mr. Morris. I kick with my leg that’s not being held but he must have known I’d do that and grabbed ahold of that foot pulling me into the room again and slamming the door closed. I run to the door as soon as he lets me go shoving him out of the way and pounding on it as I scream and cry.

“Let me out. Please. Somebody! Let me out. Help!” I cry and bang my fists before turning and sliding down onto my butt as I lean against the door sobbing. “Please. Just let me go.” I plead with Mr. Morris not even looking up to him before I bow my head again and continue to cry.

“From now on you will stay on your bed until I am inside and you will be tied up until just before I leave. If this happens again, I will tie you up the entire time you’re in here. You got me?” I knew. That was my last chance at escaping and I didn’t even make it into the hall. I fucked up. I didn’t wait until I knew he was knocked out. I should have done more until he was near death before escaping.

I’ll never see my family again. I’ll never hear my mom’s laugh or listen to her tales of when she was my age. I’ll never hear my father curse the TV when watching his sports or telling me how proud he is of me making it into really great universities. Or how Damon tells me every day to not even think of dating his friends and asking me if my girlfriends are single. And especially how Forrest calls me his baby girl and kisses the side of my head or listens to my problems and comforts me when I need it. I will never get to tell him how much I love him and how amazing he is. I’ll never get to tell any of them just how much I love them and how special they are to me. I cry for the loss of my family, my best friend, my future, and my love.

“Ok.” I say meekly. There is no point in arguing or fighting him because I know he will tie me up and I don’t want to be completely helpless.

“Oh beautiful, beautiful Sierra. I know this is hard for you but you have me. I promise it will get easier. Just know that I love you and I will protect you.” Of course. Because that’s just what I want is a crazy obsessive teacher as my protector.

“Ok.” What else can I say? There is no way he’s going to let me go so I might as well just agree and hope that somebody finds me and soon or I might just go crazy.

“Good.  I came bringing gifts today. I brought you a warm meal. Now if you continue to behave I will continue to bring you a warm meal every night for dinner. Can you do that?” I nod not caring what he’s saying but knowing he wants my compliance.

“Great.” He ties me up like before and moves me to my bed before leaving and grabbing the warm food he talked about that was waiting outside my cell. He brings it in and its soup. Leaving it in the middle of the room in the plastic cup with no spoon he kisses my forehead before cutting the ties on my wrists and ankles and leaves without a word.

I know I probably shouldn’t but I’m starving now and I need something in my stomach. I get up from my bed and grab the cup of soup. It’s my favorite soup. He must have watched me a lot to know that vegetable and chicken soup is my favorite. I eat it probably four times a week at least. I wonder what else he noticed. I wonder how long he watched me for. Did he watch me since the very first moment he saw me or did I give him a reason to believe that I looked at him as more than a teacher? Or was it because I never looked at him like the other girls do? The next time I see him I will get answers to these questions. I will find out why me and what his plans are for me.











Chapter 4




5:00 P.M.  Sierra’s party, October 23.


“The house looks great. Now we just need the guest of honor to hurry up and get home.” Damon and his mom have been decorating and getting the house prepared for Sierra’s 18
birthday party. There are black and green balloons everywhere with streamers and glitter all over. The food is more like finger foods. There are chips, salsa, a vegetable and fruit tray, hot wings, nuts, and a bunch of other snacks and plenty of drinks. No alcohol because she’s not turning 21 but plenty of soda and punch. People have already started showing up. Mostly a few of her girlfriends from around school and their boyfriends. Soon Sierra will be here after cheerleading practice and I’ll be that much closer to confessing my feelings.

I’m nervous as hell. I’ve never told anyone I loved them. Not Damon, his parents, or even my mother for that matter and now I’m going to tell one of my best friends I’m in love with her. Just thinking about saying I love you aloud makes me start to sweat and my heart race. I feel like the walls are closing in on me and I can’t breathe. Surprisingly though, just thinking of me saying it to Sierra makes me feel calm. I know she’d understand my feelings because she feels them too. At least I think she does based on some of her entries that I read in her diary. That’s what makes it easier. I’m not professing my love to the only woman I’ve ever truly cared about without knowing she feels just as strongly. Had I not known that she loved me like I do her I might not have the courage to go through with this? I know I don’t usually care what other people think, but when it comes to Sierra, what she thinks and feels about me is important. That’s why I wrote down my feelings for her. I didn’t want to fuck up what I said so I spent a lot of time and went through a lot of paper writing down exactly how I feel so she understands the depths of my love for her. I planned to give it to her in private. I planned to leave it on her bed so that when everyone was gone and she is going to sleep she’ll see it and read it.

Damn it that’s stupid. Ok. I’ll give her the letter myself. Maybe I’ll read it to her. That’s romantic right? Yeah. That’s what I’ll do. I pat my back pocket checking to make sure the letter is still there. As I wait with Damon in the kitchen snacking on the food, I feel as if he knows my plans as he keeps glancing at me with a serious expression. But if he knew my plans then he would kill me. We stand at the counter munching on the chips before he turns to me with a stern expression.

“What’s up with you and my sister? You guys seem to be tense around each other lately? Did something happen?” Shit. He knows something. I could either play this with a lie which I never do or I could man up.

“We had a wild passionate kiss that I can’t get out of my head and I plan to profess my love to her tonight.” Truth it is. Now I need to brace myself for a fight.

“Ha. That’s funny. You’re funny. Like you guys would ever kiss. Seriously though. Did you guys get into a fight or something?” Ok. Well I told him the truth. Not my fault he didn’t believe it.

“Nope. I really don’t know why. But I plan to find out tonight.”

“Good idea. Oh and make sure none of our dumbass friends try anything with her just because she’s legal now so stay by her side the whole night. I have to leave a little early from the party to go get her gift so I can’t keep an eye on her.”

“Will do.” We continue to talk for a little while longer when we hear the shouts of the cheerleaders coming in through the front door.

“The party has arrived. Where’s our birthday girl?” They all shout. It’s like they rehearsed it. I hate cheerleaders because they are so bitchy and always so bubbly. I don’t understand why and that’s why I’m curious as to how Sierra ever got into cheerleading because she isn’t bitchy or super bubbly like most of her squad. I do know that if it wasn’t for her friend Chasity that she probably would have never tried out for it in the first place. But regardless of what I think of cheerleaders, Sierra looks hot in her cheerleading outfit. Maybe I’m biased because I think she looks hot dressed up or in her sweats and big t-shirts.

“She’s not here yet.” Damon says to the girls.

“Really? I figured she would have come straight home after stopping at her locker. She said she just had to get some papers and then she was coming home to get ready. Hell. We stopped at home and got ready before coming here. Lindsey, call Sierra. See where she’s at and why she’s taking so long.” Chasity says. I like Chasity. She sticks up for Sierra against some of the other girls when they get bitchy. Plus she’s nice and I’ve known her almost as long as Sierra because she came over all the time for sleepovers when we were younger and even sometimes still.

“Ok.” Lindsey pulls out her phone and starts dialing Sierra’s number as we all wait. I don’t know why Sierra wouldn’t be here yet and it worries me that maybe her piece of shit car broke down. But if that’s the case she should have called. Maybe her phone died and that’s why she hasn’t called. “It went straight to voicemail.”

“Her phone is probably dead then. I’ll head up and see if I can spot her car or her and bring her back. She is going to be so pissed not being able to get ready before the party.” Chasity says.

“It’s ok. I’ll go. You guys stay and have fun and I’ll bring her back.” I offer knowing I wanted just a few minutes alone with her before she gets here and has to mingle with everyone.

BOOK: Save Me (Taken Series Book 1)
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