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Authors: Sara Schoen
Amber Alert (Amber Alert Series Book 1)
Amber Alert
Sara Schoen
Amber Alert
Copyright © 2014 by Sara Schoen. All rights reserved.
First Print Edition: December 2014
Limitless Publishing, LLC
Kailua, HI 96734
Formatting: Limitless Publishing
ISBN-13: 978-1-68058-005-1
ISBN-10: 1-68058-005-1
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.
Table of Contents
A knife lodged into the tree beside me, cutting off a lock of my hair.
That could've been me
, I thought. He was getting close, but all I could see was the thick foliage that surrounded me. His footsteps echoed off the trees and sent me into a sprint yet again. I knew my pursuer—intimately.
I had only seen his face a few times, but I'd never forget it after what he did to me. This was my only opportunity to escape, and I was determined to make it. I couldn't go back to that house, that prison. I wouldn’t survive; if I was going to die, it was going to be here, in these woods. I raced through the trees until I found a dense set of bushes to hide behind. The footsteps drew near, my eyes shut tight and my breath halted, hoping against all odds I wouldn’t be found. After they passed, a sigh escaped my lips, and once I felt it was safe I raced in the opposite direction. The trees started to thin. I hoped that I was close to a road, I needed help, but I wasn’t getting any. As I entered the clearing, he stood waiting for me. I had nowhere else to go, the trees were all I had, and I was going to take my chances. Before I could make another escape, he grabbed me. I glanced into the eyes that haunted me and saw the desire that filled them. He wanted me share his emotions, but all I felt was fear. A scream erupted from my throat, and I smashed my foot down on his, providing me with an escape. I raced into the trees, focused on getting far away from him. He would chase after me—he would never stop, but if I stopped running...it was terrifying to think about. That fear caused me to look over my shoulder, but when I did I tripped on a root. The fall was sudden, and with no time to react I crashed into the ground and rolled down a hill until I came to a stop. A groan escaped my lips, I had to get up and continue running. The pain was unbearable. A hit to my spine, head and ribs made it impossible to get up. A ragged breath reached my lungs just before a hand clasped down over my mouth, muffling the scream. Memories flashed through my head as I kicked to get loose, while he used his body to hold me down.
"Shh, don't scream." He attempted to comfort me while his other hand started traveling up my inner thigh. He seemed to enjoy my struggling from the upward turn in his cruel smile. He kissed my neck, his free hand everywhere on my body, eventually stopping wherever he pleased. I struggled against his touch, fighting. I felt my clothes being lifted from my skin. I couldn’t go through this again, not another attack, and I knew one way to stop it. Just before his fingers could get close to what he was after I screamed again, breaking a direct order.
"Fine, have it your way!" The coolness of his knife blade lightly touch my neck. "I'll find someone new to play with. I always love a new chase," he laughed while he sliced my neck, his hands still traveling over my body. I screamed at the pain, but only a gurgling sound came to my ears. I just wanted to go back home, and then everything went black.
The sunshine had penetrated through the breaks in my curtains. I closed my eyes tightly, fighting to go back to sleep, but the light had beaten me once again. I was awake, and I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep until later tonight. I rushed through my daily routine, got dressed in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, pulling my hair into a tight ponytail. I had to pass time until it was time to meet my boyfriend, Andy. He had come back from Germany last night, and I had returned from Florida to start school next week. He was getting over jet lag, so I wasn't able to see him until after lunch. I decided to take that time and relax instead of waiting impatiently for the time to tick by.
After about an hour of me flipping through channels, I realized that the cartoons had become terrible. It made me feel bad for this generation of kids, they missed all the good cartoons. I could remember when I was ten, my brother and I would get up early to watch
Pokémon
and
Yu-Gi-Oh
.
I needed someone else to be up with, and my brother was the perfect person to fill the need for human interaction. I turned up the volume as high as it would go and waited. I heard my brother's thundering footsteps, clearly angered that I had woken him with the television. They echoed upstairs until I finally heard Kendall coming toward me.
I was sitting on the couch, a book from the table next to me propped in my hands when Kendall walked in with an angry gleam in his eye and turned down the volume. "Nice try, Anna, but it didn't work seven years ago and it doesn't work now. You hate reading, and that's a dictionary!" he said yanking it from my hands and plopping down on the couch beside me.
Kendall laughed at my stupidity, but I didn't mind. I had grown up slightly different, and I knew I stood out even if it wasn't always for a good reason. I had learned to accept it and not let it bother me. Kendall changed the channel as a warning blared through the speakers. A loud, annoying buzzing sound radiated from the speakers before a newscaster started to speak.
"Authorities have activated an Amber Alert for Jennifer Hastings from North Carolina. Jennifer is sixteen years old and was last seen two weeks ago." The girl’s photo flashed on the screen showing off her long wavy brown hair and tanned skin. "If you have any information please call the number below. It is believed Jennifer Hastings may be the latest victim in a recent string of kidnappings of young women." Kendall changed the channel quickly to
Phineas and Ferb.
He was attempting to shelter me as our parents had done for us. Why they did that, I wasn’t sure. It would be better to see the problems so we could be prepared for them, but instead they hid the real world from us.
"Why did it take so long for them to say that she was taken?" I asked Kendall, making him groan. He never liked these kinds of conversations. I’m not sure anyone did.
"There are certain criteria that it has to fit to issue an Amber Alert," Kendall said with a sigh, knowing I wouldn't stop asking until he answered my question. I was persistent especially when it came to curiosities.
"Like what?"
"They have to be under eighteen, they have to be in danger of being harmed, there have to be witnesses to the abduction, and there has to be a description of the car or the person,” he said flipping through channels, attempting to distract himself.
"Why that much?"
"To prevent "crying wolf" calls if the person ran away and will eventually come back."
"That's horrible." The criterion was so strict. Immediate action was needed in order to save that person’s life, not waiting for an eyewitness that may have seen something.
"It's what it takes to prevent false alarms, otherwise eventually people will ignore it and when it’s real no one will help," Kendall said. The television stopped on my favorite movie,
Remember the Titans
. I tried to crack a smile as Sunshine kissed Gerry, but I couldn't work up my usual excitement.
"Anna, don't think about it. It will just make you worry unnecessarily and you know you have panic attacks when you worry," Kendall said jokingly.
"Ok, do you want lunch?" I asked trying to change the topic to something more pleasant. Kendall simply nodded, sending me to get lunch ready for the both of us.
I went upstairs where a note from mom was waiting for me on the refrigerator. She and Dad would be back late from work: remember no cooking and no friends allowed in their absence.
I groaned in annoyance—I was only able to cook when they were home in case another accident happened. My family would never let me forget that I accidentally set the toaster on fire while making a pop tart. I pulled leftovers from the fridge, before putting them in the microwave. A few minutes later, I took the plates downstairs for us. We were still watching
Remember the Titans
. I noticed that it was 12:30, only thirty minutes until I could see Andy for the first time since his leaving for the summer. There was a sense of excitement bubbling inside me, a butterfly effect that made my stomach do little flips.
I got so anxious that I decided to leave a few minutes early so I could be there on time. I wanted to see him more than anything, and I wasn't going to waste minutes just waiting for the right time to come around.
"Bye Kendall! I'm going to the playground, see you at five!" I slammed the door before he had time to answer and ran toward the park a few blocks from my house. It was the middle point between our two houses, and we met there for all of our dates for over a year now. It was just another summer day, the sun was shining, kids were laughing and school was coming closer and closer to starting again. When I got to the playground I scanned the field and equipment in hopes to see him. His six foot four frame was hard to miss in a crowd of children playing.
Excitement continued to grow more intense as I waited, I missed him so much while we were apart. I wanted to hug him close and hear his heart beat as he set his chin on the top of my head. He was nine inches taller than me, but he always made sure to sit and come to my level as often as possible so I wouldn't feel upset about my height. He was so thoughtful like that, and he was very protective over me, I felt secure and safe with him around.
I sat on the swings while I waited dragging my feet on the ground as I swung. Children played while a subtle breeze blew some strands of hair out of my ponytail and into my face. I swiped them back to glance around the area. Everyone had come to enjoy the last few days of summer.
I swung a little higher—my feet left the ground. When I came back I felt a hand on the small of my back and automatically went stiff. I turned to see a tall man I've never seen before, with black hair that covered his eyes. I got up from the swing, startled by his presence, and took a few steps back as he advanced toward me.
"Hi Kelly," he said easily.
"I'm sorry, I'm not Kelly." I continued to step backward, trying to get away from him, but he kept coming closer to me.
"Come on Kelly, it's time to go home."
"I'm not Kelly," I said again as I turned and started to walk away. He lunged forward and grabbed my hair to pull me back and held me in place.
Parents raced, gathering their kids, but no one stepped forward to help me. I screamed as the man grabbed on to my shoulders and started pulling me out into the parking lot. I turned my head to see Andy standing there with his sisters behind his back to protect them. He looked torn as if he couldn't decide what to do. He wanted to protect me, but his family was everything to him. I screamed for him to stay away, but Andy soon stood in front of my attacker. He was probably hoping to save me, but the second Andy stopped in front of him there was a loud bang that caused everyone to scream. I watched as Andy collapsed and blood pooled on his chest. Tears streaked down my cheeks, and a cry left my lips.
"Andy! Andy!" I screamed, trying to run to his side.
"Come on!" The man pulled me away from my boyfriend, who was convulsing on the ground as he died.
"No! Andy...please!" I was roughly shoved into the back of a black car. The door slammed shut, the front door opened soon after and he got in. There was a click, as he locked the car then he threw it in gear, and took off at an insane speed leaving everyone I knew and cared for behind. I watched in terror as trees whizzed by, leaving the familiar surroundings behind as the road went from pavement to dirt and the buildings were replaced with large trees and fallen branches. I didn't know where we were going, but I wanted to go home. The locks wouldn’t budge; the child safety lock prevented my escape the moment he had locked me in this god-forsaken car. I had lost my phone in the struggle, and I was stuck in here.
There were scratch marks and dark spots on the seat. It looked as though someone had tried to claw their way out and I couldn't blame them. Every hair on my neck was standing on end with fear blazing through me. My throat was sore from the screaming, but all the passing drivers had ignored my pleas for help. They simply kept driving without another sideways glance in my direction.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked again, my voice hoarse from the screams and crying. It was answered the same way, with silence that slowly crept in and made me shudder.
"Shut up!'
"Where are we going?"
"Be a good girl and take orders. Now shut up!"
I wished more than anything to be back at home and under my bed, away from him. The road turned to gravel as we came upon a rundown house, its shudders falling off the hinges. What caught me was someone had boarded up all the windows. To prevent escape. I felt a shiver travel up my spine as the car came to a slow stop.
He got out of the car and didn’t unlock the doors until he was right outside. That small click would have brought me relief at any point in the car ride other than now. I pushed against the other side of the car as he reached one long hand, grabbed me by my ankle, and roughly yanked me out of the car on to the gravel. A scream ripped through my throat as the gravel cut into my skin and my head hit the side of the car.
"Get up!" he ordered. My head was spinning from everything that had happened, but when I didn't move, he moved me. He grabbed a large chunk of my hair before he lifted me out of the car, ignoring my cries of pain. He roughly dragged me to the house—I couldn't get my feet to walk and fell often.
The door was solid, he had to slam his body against the wooden blockade and force it open. There was a creak as it slowly opened from his blows, and he threw me inside onto the hardwood floor.
There was no carpet, anywhere. It would be possible to hear every step from anywhere in the home. The house was bare to the bones, the walls held no photos or phones, rooms remained empty of furniture unless it was bolted to the ground. A new wave of fear ripped through me in realization that he had done this before, he had taken precautions for it.
"I said get up!" This time I obeyed, but I got up so fast that my vision turned black for a few moments from the rush.
He roughly grabbed my shoulder and took me into the next room. I was forced to sit in a hard wooden chair in the center of the room. He tied my hands and ankles to the chair. Tears slowly slipped down my cheeks. I feared what he would do to me now that we were somewhere he could control.
"Now don't move."
He left the room, leaving the silence and fear to take over as I struggled to free myself from the chair and ropes that bound me. I was right, you could hear his footsteps as he traveled up stairs and moved around over my head. I tried to remain quiet as he came back to see me, the steady footfalls echoing down the stairs until he re-entered the room. His pale hands were wrapped around a black camera. I was ordered to smile, but all that appeared on my lips was a grimace. There was a flash as he took the picture and slowly a white square came out to reveal my picture.
"Oh that's a good one. I'll have to keep this," he said as he closed the distance between us and put his hands on my thighs. Repulsed, I squirmed under his touch, but a smile just spread across his face. He sat in front of me eyes locked on to mine, as he put both hands on my legs and slowly worked his way up my thighs until he got to the edge of my shorts.
"You're the first to have shorts on—all the others had on skirts so I could get to what I wanted with them in this chair." I started to cry as his hands went to the button of my shorts and undid it to let them fall slightly. A slow, pleased sigh escaped his lips as he let his hands roam my body.
"Now, don't struggle. You don't want to know what happened last time someone struggled," he said with a soft growl behind his words.
"Please...Please..." I cried, begging him to stop and to let me go.
"Don't worry I will. You'll get the 'welcome home' I give to them all," he breathed hotly against my skin before he kissed my neck. I whimpered, afraid of his touch and what he had planned besides using me. I shrieked as his hands slid under my shirt, causing him to crush his mouth to mine as his hands roamed inside.
His lips were rough and sloppy when he kissed me. I cried as he moaned with pleasure. He pulled his lips from mine only to kiss my neck again and trace my jaw line. He tried pulling off my shorts, but from the position I was in it was impossible and since the chair was bolted to the floor he couldn't move it.