The New Kid - Chapter 16: Fading Away....
When Ariel starts losing hope, what will happen?
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**Ariel's Point Of View**
I'm a Christian girl, I don't cuss, I won't have sex till I'm married, but I still go out and party. I'm a risk taker... Maybe that's why my mom doesn't trust me anymore... She hated when I went skydiving last year, HAHA! Oh or when I went white water rafting. I would think of ANYTHING to get my mind out of the world I was in now... most of the time I imagined myself with Blake. I tried to think about what he was doing right now, was he trying to save me? Mike found the phone I was texting him with and beat me with it. It had only been a few days, but I had brusies and dried blood all over my body from him. Mike hasn't done anything that couldn't be healed... if you know what I mean... besides mental trauma. He told me what he did was punishment for breaking up with him, but I'd never seen him go this mad on anyone else...
I was hungry and dehydrated. Mike didn't feed me very much and I hardly had any water. There were times however that he would leave me alone in the shack for hours when he would have fun with Celeste, in other words 'went out to get crack'. I was grateful for that... even if I were bound up in a small, smelly room. The part that scared me most was... whenever one of his "jail buddies" asked what the worst he'd planned on doing to me was, he just laughed. I feared him and the day he was planning. I didn't know what Mike was capable of anymore...
"Ariel, get up now. We're switching locations.... Someone really wants you back." He threw me over his and walked towards the door talking to himself. Most of what he said was slurred and not put together correctly, but I heard a few things. "Maybe I could get a ransom for her..." He threw me down in the trunk of the van, placing me in the secret compartment. It was dark and tight. The ride to our next location took hours
The place we arrived at was even more old and broken down. It was somewhere in the woods. Inside the boxy shaped house was incredibly small. Mike carried me down a long hall, passing a wooden rocking chair; and through a door on the left. There was no place else to go. Through this door was small room containing a rusty old bed, a broken down dresser, and one chair. It looked like a place you'd keep a hostage. Why Mike knows where a place like this is... I don't know. He threw me down on the bed and left, slamming the door behind him.
It was nearing the end of day three with Mike, and after moving places I was losing hope. No, you'll be fine... I'm sure Blake is on his way I thought trying to convince myself, but it wasn't working. The darkness of night closed in bringing me nearer to day 4. Mike came in and said "Tomorrow's the day". He let out that evil laugh and walked away. I don't even know how he got out of jail! My mind was running wild with jumbled up thoughts... thanks to Mike, I wasn't going to sleep that night. I was slowly fading away, and I didn't know what to do......
**Blake's Point of View**
As we pulled up to the rusty old shack, the police talked over who was going in the front and who would watch the back. I just wanted to see her, to hold her, and keep her safe.
"I know she's in there. She has to be." Claire told me.
"I'm not so sure. I think she might have been in there, but she's not anymore." Claire hit my arm for saying that, but I honestly believe it.
"Don't say that! We'll see when we get to go in."
"Yeah, yeah" I just nodded my head and looked down at the floor. It's all my fault, I should have gotten in the car with her.
The police rushed in and shouted clear as they went through each room. No one was there, I was right. No matter how much I didn't want to be, I was right. Claire fell to her knees, James kneeling beside her, and she said "I thought for sure she would be here. The police tracked them here, where would they have gone? How far are they? Blake, how did you know?"
"I don't know. You have no idea how much I wish I was wrong about this one. It's my fault anyway. I should have never let her leave alone. I could have gone with her. She never would have been kidnapped. I -"
At this point Claire had stood up. She cut me off "Shut-up! It's not your fault. How were you supposed to know Mike would loose his mind like this and take her? You couldn't have known, so I don't want to hear it. Get your head set back on 'Blake' mode and let's find her."
She was right. I heard the police say something about them moving locations to the east when they finally told us to climb back in the car. I was ready to find her, this time Mike won't get away. I would make sure of it.
**Ariel's Point of View**
The sun was coming up over the horizon producing a red reflection off the purple clouds. It was morning and Mike's loud snoring started to lighten up. My mind was going wild with fear, I wondered what Mike had planned for me. would he kill me? Who knew what he was capable of now after spending so long in jail. I wanted to at least make it until Christmas in two weeks. Almost all my hope was lost now. Only a glimmer remained.
"Morning!" Mike called opening the door. His voice took a harsh turn after that. "I'm leaving. Be good. Jared is outside watching, so don't think you can leave." He slammed the door behind him and left in a black van.
Hours passed silently. I carved drawings on the wood floors with a broken drawer knob. It was agonizing, waiting for him to do whatever he was planning. A different car pulled up to the dirt drive way, and Mike slid out of the drivers seat of the yellow car and into the house. It took him forever to come barging in the room. He had ropes in his hand and an evil look in his eye. "Hello..." He said laughing. "Remember, no one can hear you scream here."
**Blake's Point of View**
We pulled up to this... this box. We were quiet; whoever was inside wouldn't hear us. There WAS absolutely someone inside because there was a yellow car in the front. All of a sudden I heard her scream. Anger and fear suddenly replaced the happiness I felt knowing she was here. The police ran up to the door and knocked it down. They put armor on me so I could follow with them. We ran through the hall and into the only door on the left. That's when I saw her... she was stripped down to her underclothes and bruised all over, there was blood dried on her face, she was tied up to where she couldn't move, and Mike was standing there with a knife to her neck.
"Move and I swear I'll kill her."
The officer in front of me held his gun steady and said "Put the knife down. There's no reason for anyone to get hurt."
Mike curtly said "No." He left himself open, and when he said no the officer shot the hand holding the knife. "GOD!" Mike shouted gripping his bloody hand with the other. He was thrown to the floor and cuffed. I ran over to Ariel. "Are you ok?"
"Aside from the fact that I've hardly eaten, wearing nothing but practically a bikini, bean beaten up, and been without you for nearly a week... I'm perfectly fine!" She said smiling.
**Ariel's Point of View**
Blake and I talked while he untied me and gave back my clothes. "Did he...?" Blake asked.
"Oh, no, he didn't. Thank, God. You got here just in time."
"Yeah. I'd end up in jail for manslaughter if he did anything to you." He smiled.
I was in so much pain. The police took me to the hospital. They told me I had nothing broken, just a lot of deep bruises. I was grateful to be out of there in less than an hour. Ever since the coma, I've hated being in hospitals. I couldn't wait to get home, and sleep in my OWN bed...
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