Kidnapped - Chapter Thirteen: The End

Heyy; so here is the FINAL chapter of Kidnapped! I really hope you guys enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! So read on and thank you for supporting and commenting this story!

SONG OF THE DAY

"I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter" In the end- Linkin Park

QUOTE OF THE DAY

"This is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning." ~ Anonymous sender
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"You'd never do it. I know you. You'd never pull the trigger." Roger snarled at me. I stared at him, the gun still pointed at his head. I smirked at him and then pulled the trigger.

I waited for a gunshot and blood but nothing like that happened. Roger was still sitting there, no bullet in his head, laughing. I stood there shocked.

I tried again as Roger stood up but still nothing. I realized that the stupid, cheap gun was stalled.

"Did your little plan fail, Alaina?" Roger snatched the gun from my hands and threw it across the room. I stepped back knowing that I couldn't do anything now.

Roger was going to kill me or torture me and I couldn't do anything about it. I was...powerless. I sucked in a deep breath and waited for Roger to decide my fate. He walked circles around me like he was a lion and I was his prey.

"Did I ever tell you my life story?" He asked. I shook my head no slowly.

"When I was only seven my mother's friends decided to fool around with me..." I gulped. This wasn't going to be a pretty story. Roger saw the look on my face and he roughly grabbed me by my hands.

His face was so close to mine that I could see little scars on his forehead that I had never noticed before. I held my breath and tried hard not to breathe his stench in.

"See you have it easy, Alaina" Roger continued. "What they did to me is nothing compared to what I've done to you. You should be grateful!" He yelled, finally letting go of me and pushing me to the ground. I stared up at him.

"Those women molested me for years! And finally I ended it all when I was ten years old! You want to know how I did it, Alaina?" I stayed silent and Roger once again pressed his face close to mine. He pressed his index finger and middle finger together and lifted up his thumb.

His hand now looked like a gun. Roger placed his "gun" to my head.

"I shot them right in the head. All of them." I tried hard not to show any emotion. He was a killer. I don't care what happened to him. That didn't give him permission to hurt me. I tried standing up but Roger was on top of me and it seemed impossible to push against him.

"Get off me!" I tried kneeing him in the crotch but my legs were pinned to the ground.

"I love you, Alaina. You will always be mine." I screamed as Roger grabbed a knife from his pocket and placed it at my throat.

"Please! Please, don't kill me! I'll do anything just please don't kill me!" I was shrieking and sobbing at the same time. Roger smirked but then he took the knife away from my throat.

"You know you're right. If you're going to die, I'll die with you. That way we can be together forever." You quickly pulled me to my feet and before I could get away his arms were wrapped around me.

Roger picked me up and seemed unfazed by my kicking and screaming. We were outside soon and he threw me into the backseat of the truck he probably stole.

He quickly ran around and started the ignition. We were soon speeding off and since I wasn't tied down or anything I sat up. I looked at Roger who was muttering to himself.

"Stop the car! Let me out, you crazy mother fucker!" I screeched, trying to get my hands on the wheel of the car. Roger used his elbow to hit me in the face and send me flying into the backseat.

I felt blood trickle down my mouth but I wasn't going to let that stop me from saving my own life. I looked over at the passenger door and saw that it was unlocked. I waited for the perfect moment before I jumped out of the speeding car.

We were soon passing by a meadow and I thought landing in grass couldn't hurt much. I glanced once more at Roger before I quickly opened the door and jumped. I landed face first into the grass and I felt pain surge through my leg.

I looked down and sure enough it was bleeding. I tried to get up but my knee seemed like it was on fire. I turned to look at the road and guessed that Roger noticed I'd jumped because he was speeding back towards me.

"Get up, Alaina..." I muttered to myself. I used every bit of strength I had left to get up and start walking as fast as I could.

I ignored the pain and tried harder to run. I looked back and saw that Roger had driven his truck into the meadow and was now chasing me with it.

"This really sucks..." I said as I fell to the ground. While I was on the floor, I thought of just letting Roger take me because now I knew that I couldn't win. Not when I could barely walk or run for that matter.

I was about to give up officially when Michael popped into my head. He was smiling and then I heard him say 'I love you'.

"I love you too, Michael. And I'm sure as hell that I'm not going to die like this!" I got up then and tried not to cry as I dragged my leg in a lame attempt to run. I heard the rumble of Roger's truck almost right behind me now.

I sucked in a huge breath and ran faster through the grass and large, stocky flowers. I soon saw buildings and a busy highway in the distance. I mentally thanked God and then pressed on.

"Don't do this to me, Alaina! I love you! I NEED you!" I heard Roger yell. I ignored him until I reached the highway.

I waved my arms around hoping that my bloody face and clothes were enough to get some of these cars to stop. A man in an old looking car pulled over and quickly ran out towards me.

"Oh my goodness! Are you hurt? Hold on I'll call the police." But before the guy could even pull his phone from his pocket; a bullet was in his chest.

I stared in horror as the man fell to the ground. I turned around and saw Roger waving a gun around. I tried flagging down another car but people we're obviously too frightened to stop.

"There's nowhere to turn, Alaina. Just come back to me and we can be together!" Roger, now out of the truck, was standing just a few feet from me; his gun pointed in my direction. I looked around in horror but still the cars sped by.

"Somebody help me please!" I yelled through tears. Nobody stopped but I saw a couple of people pull out their phones. I hoped they were calling the police.

"No one's going to help you! I'm the only one that has ever done anything for you! You may try to deny it but I'm your everything!" Roger stepped closer to me.

I seriously hated myself now for running onto a highway. I couldn't back up because I was sure to be crushed by a car. So basically, I was cornered.

I sucked in a shaky breath and tried to muster up enough courage to say what I was about to say.

"You are not my everything! You're a sick, maniac who is nothing but a coward! This is what your mother meant by sick. You're sick in the head and you don't deserve to be alive! I hate you so much! I wish I could have had the chance to kill you because I would have done it with pleasure! I don't love you either. I'm not sure what kind of person would."

Roger stood there shocked as my words sunk in and I saw his finger move to pull the trigger.

I wanted to close my eyes, but I've been doing too much of that during this experience. I wasn't afraid anymore and I wanted him to realize that.

Roger smirked at my new found bravery. He stared at me, pointed the gun once again, and pressed his finger on the trigger.

"GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!" I heard someone yell. I jumped at the sound of a gunshot but I didn't feel anything hit me.

I looked and saw that Roger was the one that had been shot. Tears exploded out of my eyes as I saw the people that I wanted to watch since I was kidnapped.

Cops.

They were everywhere and they had shot Roger. I couldn't have been more grateful.

I looked around and saw that all traffic had been stopped and ambulances speeding towards us.

"Sweetie we need to get you medical attention!" An officer picked me up and carried me to awaiting paramedics. They placed me on a gurney and I was still too shocked to say anything.

I didn't even say anything when I heard the paramedics say I had a busted lip and that I had ripped my knee open. I sat there, motionless.

Like what was happening wasn't real and I was just dreaming. I also wondered why the stupid ambulance wasn't moving.

"Alaina! Alaina, over here!"

I looked through the small windows that were on the ambulance doors and saw Michael, Alex, and Diana running threw the CAUTION tape the police had put around. I tried hard to get off the gurney but a muscled paramedic held me down.

"I'm pretty sure this is paramedic brutality! Now let me go!" I said to him and tried once again to get off the gurney. Diana started knocking on the doors frantically until they finally let them in.

"Hey, you guys took your sweet time." I said, my voice cracking as tears slid down my cheeks. Diana laughed through her tears and squeezed my hand. Alex grabbed my other hand and Michael cradled my face.

I stared into each of their tear filled eyes and felt...happy. It really felt like my kidnapping was finally over.
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"The breaking news story that seems to be rocking the U.S. is the recovery of abducted girl, Alaina Rodrick who was held captive for 2 months. Her kidnapper was 40 year old, Romero Chavez or as people in Malibu, California know him as, Principal Roger Moreno. Not only is this man being charged with kidnapping and rape, he is also being charged with first degree murder.

"Police have stated that Moreno killed two children to fake the deaths of Alaina and another abducted boy, Michael Greene. Moreno is also being charged with the murders of 5 texas women that he committed 30 years ago. But what else is on everyone's minds? How a 12 year old girl survived 2 months of abduction. Only the strength of a true hero could get her through. We wish you a fast recovery, Miss Rodrick. This has been Isabella Mackie for FOX 11 news."

I turned off the hospital television and sighed anxiously. I didn't have time to be happy that a news lady wished me a fast recovery.

I was waiting for the people that would finally make this whole rescued thing seem real.

I turned on my side on the surprisingly comfortable hospital bed and stared at the door. I stopped breathing once I heard footsteps approach.

I waited and soon they were walking through the door.

"MOM! DAD! DERRICK!" I screamed. My mother almost fell as she sped towards me.

I wished that my leg wasn't in sling so that I could jump up and down with happiness. Mom wrapped me in a bear hug and sobbed into my shoulder.

I looked at my Dad who was carrying Derrick and they both had tears in their eyes.

"I've missed you so much, my darling baby." My mother wailed. I felt myself begin to cry too at this moment that I'd never thought would happen.

I was finally with my family. Through the sobs I heard a faint knock on the hospital room door.

I glanced up and through my tears, I saw Michael. He walked towards me slowly but once he reached me he started crying too. My mom let go of me so that Michael could hug me.

"I love you so much, Alaina. I can't believe we've been through all this together. But I'm glad I was with you. I'm sorry for being an idiot sometimes. Now that we're here, I know for sure that you're the girl I'm going to spend the rest of my life with. " He whispered in my ear and that sent me into another fit of tears.

Michael finally let go of me and I looked up at my family's faces and Michael's.

"I'd never would have thought that I would make it this far. I learned not to take life or my family and friends for granted because you never know when someone will come and try to take you away from them. I love you guys and no matter what happens now, I WILL always remember how strong this whole thing made me."

After I said that, we all erupted into tears again. As my father hugged me, I thought about other things that I had learned.

Alaina Jolie Rodrick was no longer the scared, little girl she had been, when she was kidnapped.

Alaina Jolie Rodrick is stronger and will no longer give up.

And finally, Alaina Jolie Rodrick is not a victim.

She's a survivor.