My Love Life Part 3

Amy's P.O.V.

I walked down the street to my house. The whole time I was thinking about Dylan. I got home and not one single light was lit.

Mom and Dad must be at Grandma's. I thought. Didn't they say they would be there for a month? They were always somewhere without me.

I turned the lights in the kitchen on and made myself a sandwich. I turned on the TV and one of mom's cheesy soap operas was recording. I turned it back of and ate my sandwich in silence. When I was finished, I put the paper plate in the trash and headed upstairs to my room.

I closed the bedroom door behind me, but before I could turn on the light switch, something grabbed me and pushed me onto the bed. A towel was being held to my face and I was kicking and trying to get away. He was too strong and I couldn't scream due to the towel. I held my breath for as long as I could. I knew there was chloroform on that towel. I finally couldn't take it any longer and I heard a familiar voice say, "Don't worry babe, you're with me. And that lousy boyfriend of yours won't interfere." Everything then went black.

Dylan's P.O.V.

As I pulled into my driveway, I was still thinking about Amy. Her smile, her soft hair, her bright eyes, how beautiful she was in her dress. I could've thought about her for hours if it weren't for the startling sound of the garage door opening.

I parked the car in the garage and went inside. My eight year old little brother, Mitch, was playing our Wii in the living room while my mom and dad were doing taxes in the office. I walked down the hall to my room, turned on my sterio with a Beatles CD in it, grabbed a sports magazine, and plopped down on my bed.

About two hours later, I decided to call Amy. Eventually, I heard her mother's voice saying they were unable to answer. Voicemail. I called Amy's cell phone but I heard her sweet voice saying she couldn't answer either. Voicemail again.

She's probably asleep. I thought. It was one in the morning. I turned off my light and went to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up and the first thing I did was call Amy. Still no answer. I decided to walk over to her house. I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and put on fresh clothes.

When I got there, I rang the doorbell, but nobody answered. I rang it five times before I decided to leave. She obviously wasn't there.

Maybe she's with Jackie. I thought. I called Jackie to ask if she'd seen Amy but she didn't know where she is. She told me she had also tried to call her.

Where could she be?

Amy's P.O.V.

I woke up with a groan to find myself on a hard cement floor. Where was I? All I could remember was someone grabbing me and then me passing out after the attacker said something. The voice sounded oddly familiar.

"Well, I see you're finally awake." Said the same voice.
I turned around to see who it was who spoke. I couldn't believe it. Dan! The creep from Dylan's old football team!

"Well I see you haven't forgotten me. That's a start." He laughed.

I frowned. "What do you want?!" I asked angrily.

He chuckled and said, "You. I will have you. As you've probably noticed, you're trapped in this room and only I can unlock this door."

"Where am I?!" I shouted. I hate this guy so much!

"This place belongs to my uncle. It is an old abandoned prison. The one about twenty miles from your house. It's in the middle of nowhere though. No matter how hard you scream, nobody will be able to hear you." He grinned.

I looked around. It was an old prison. I was in a cell with a small bed, a red rug, a cabinet, a dresser, a mirror, a hamper, and a door leading to a tiny bathroom with a toilet, a shower, and a sink. There were about ten rolls of toilet paper on the shelf above the toilet. There were three towels on a towel rack. There was soap, toothpaste, and a toothbrush on the sink and shampoo and a razor in the shower.
"What do you want with me?" I said through my teeth.

"Nothing much. Just to keep you here for whenever I need a fun night." He grinned. "I'll take good care of you. There's a mini fridge under your bed. It has bottles of water that you can refill with water from the sink, chicken, rice, a bottle of milk, and some apples. There's also food in the cabinet next to your bed. It has some crackers, four jars of honey, some pudding cups, a chocolate bar, a bag of chips, three jars of peanut butter, and some dry cereal. I'll put fresh food in every week though. I also bought you some clothes. They're in your dresser. I got you two slinky nightgowns, a red tank top, a green tee shirt, a jean jacket, a parka, two pairs of jeans, two pairs of shorts, two dresses, ten pairs of underwear, eight bras, four pairs of socks, two pairs of tennis shoes, a pair of boots, and some flip flops. There's a washing machine outside your cell. Just put your dirty clothes in the hamper and I'll wash them."

"So in other words, I'm your sex slave, right?" I scowled.

"You got it."

"Yeah well I refuse to do it you creep!" I shouted.

"Oh trust me, you'll do it if I have to tie you down." He said.

He came into the cell, locked the door behind him, ripped open the front of my dress, and shoved me onto the bed.

Dylan's P.O.V.

It's been two days since I've seen Amy. I thought as I read the newspaper. I flipped through the advertisement until I got to the comics. I read them and then the page fell out, revealing Amy's face. Amy was on the missing person page!

For a moment, I couldn't breathe. I was in total shock. All I could think about was Amy and where she could possibly be.

"Dylan? Dylan sweetie, what's wrong?" I heard my mother say.

I handed her the newspaper. She gasped in horror. Her eyes were wide and her mouth hung open. She was shocked too.

"Oh dear..." She said. "That poor girl. I'm so sorry Dylan. I-I don't know what to say. I'm sure the police will find her."

"I'm going to go look for her" I said. I had to find her. I had to.

"Dylan...." My mom started.

"Mom I have to do this! I love Amy and I have to find her!" I said.

My mom just nodded and I walked outside, got in my car, and drove away.

Amy's P.O.V.

He started kissing me. He kissed me on the lips viciously. I was fighting him but he was completely on top of me and my arms were pinned down. I couldn't move. He put his hand inside my bra and held my breast. He took his shirt off and pulled my dress completely off, revealing my bra and underwear. He then grabbed a pill out of his pocket and forced me to swallow it.

"It's not poison." He said. "It's a pill I invented. It completely paralyzes all muscles below your neck."

It was already starting to take effect. I couldn't move. He scooped me up in his arms and made me stand by leaning me against him. He unfastened my bra and it fell to the floor. Then he took my underwear off. I was completely naked. He lay me back down on the bed after kissing me for ten minutes and took his pants off. I felt able to move my muscles again right as he took them off. I didn't want to let him know I could move again. He took his underwear off, put on a condom, and rolled me over on top of him. He made my legs wrap around him as he kissed me and held my breast. He rolled over again and he was on me. Right as he was about to plunge, I kicked him where the sun don't shine with all of my might, and he fell onto the floor. I grabbed my underwear and bra along with a dress from the dresser, went into the bathroom and got dress as fast as possible.

When I looked out the door, he was on his feet bending over in pain. He looked up and grinned.

"If you think this is over, you're wrong. We've only just begun. I have to go buy some more ingredients for a long-lasting pill that I'm going to make." He said

I scowled. I had to get out of here! He locked the door behind him and left. If I couldn't get out, I didn't want him to get back in. I grabbed the toothpaste and squirted it into the keyhole. I then grabbed the razor and a nightgown and cute the spaghetti straps off it and tie them around the lock. I used the nightgown to tie the door to the cell bars. I got another nightgown and did the same thing. I pushed the dresser and bed against the door too. Now he'll never get in. I thought.

Dylan's P.O.V.

After searching for seven hours, I've looked everywhere in town. I even checked our hollow tree. I decided to check the town thirty miles from here. It was a freezing day. It was supposed to be like that for weeks. On the way I hardly passed anything. Just a couple farms with nobody outside and an old gas station. An old prison was up ahead and I saw a green car pull out of the driveway and go down the long country road that lead to it. The person driving the car look familiar but I couldn't tell from a distance. I got closer and realized who it was. Dan!

He must have Amy! She must be at the old prison! I thought. I drove up to it and parked my car in the back of the building. I went inside and looked around.

"Amy!" I shouted. "Amy!"

"Who's there?" I heard a voice call.

"Amy!" I shouted with joy. "It's me, Dylan!"

"Dylan!" she squealed. I'm over here!"

I ran to where her voice was coming from there was stuff piled against and tied onto the door. What did Dan do?

"That's an interesting security system you've got the Amy." I said.

"I didn't want that creep getting in again." She said as she moved the dresser and bed.

"Again?" I asked.

She burst into tears and told me the whole story. I finally got the nightgown off the door and all that was left was to pick the lock. Amy gave me her earrings to pick the lock with. They worked perfectly. I open the door and she fell into my arms, sobbing.

"Everything's gonna be okay Amy. I've got you. You're safe with me. I love you." I said.

"I love you too" she said while crying. She was so scared. I felt so sorry for her. I pick her up and cradled her. She buried her face in my chest and I started walking towards the door. I put her in the front seat of my car and drove away. We got back into town and drove straight to the police office. We told them the entire story and they said they would check the scene and try to find Dan. We left and sat in the car. Amy was still shaking.

"I know what will make you feel better." I said.

"What?" she replied.

"Why don't we go to our tree?" I suggested.

She smiled and nodded. We drove to the edge of the forest, got out of the car, and walked for two hours to the tree. When we got there, I started a fire to keep us warm because it was so cold. I was mostly concerned about Amy. She was in a knee length dress with spaghetti straps. I was in a jacket with a sweater and a tee shirt under it all. I was wearing jeans and tennis shoes with thick socks too.

Amy lied down on her little mattress and fell asleep. I took my jacket and my sweater off and covered her with the jacket and put the sweater on her. She was still shivering. I leaned my mattress against the walls inside the tree and leaned against it. I picked her up and held her in my lap. Her head rested on my chest. She was so small, so fragile. She's like a china doll. I kissed her softly. And then, with her in my arms, I fell asleep.

Amy's P.O.V.

When I woke up, I was in Dylan's arms. He was still asleep. I was still safe. As long as I was with Dylan, I'm safe. I love him so much. I leaned my head back against his chest. I felt his chest rise and then fall constantly. I heard the faint sound of him breathing. I felt his arms around me. I felt wonderful. His eyes fluttered open and he looked at me and smiled. We exchanged good mornings follows by a sweet, tender kiss. We walked out of the forest and Dylan drove me to my house to get some clothes. I was going to stay at Jackie's house until my parents got home after what happened. Jackie was very happy to see me. She had tears streaming down her face. I told her the whole story.

"Do your parents know you're okay?" she asked.

"Yes. I called them at the police station." I replied.

Dylan's mother called and told him he had to come home. I walked him to the door and he kissed me goodbye.

"Remember that you're safe with me no matter what." He said.

"I know." I smiled.

"Also know that I love you. And that I always will."

I smiled and said, "I know. And I'll always love you
too."

After one last kiss. He walked to his car and drove away. I went back inside, plopped down on the couch, and sighed happily.