Vindicated By JacklynnFrost.pdf

Vindicated By JacklynnFrost

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Chapter 1: Taken

Charlie blamed me for Renee leaving us.

It's the only explanation I could think of. It's the only reason that was almost

good enough for the way he treated me. It isn't so awful, especially because I

only have to see him when he gets up for work. He works the night shifts at

McMasters. It's a sheet metal factory. When I leave for school, I have to be extra

quiet since he sleeps during the day. It's rare if he is still up when I leave. This

came with one advantage, by the time I was nine, I could sneak anywhere, being

quiet was my gift.

Charlie rarely hits me, but when he does, he goes all out. It's been almost nine

years since I've seen my mother, and it seems the only time I get a real beating

is on the anniversary that we left Phoenix for Forks. Dad didn't want to be around

all those memories, he said. I had wanted to stay; we left behind everything, all

my friends, all our family.

I guess they weren't my family anymore, since Renee turned her back on me… on

us.

His lunch was already packed; I had to make extra for dinner, so he could take it

the next night for lunch. Charlie didn't stand for cold cut sandwiches. He also

didn't stand for late dinners, and if I didn't kick it up a notch, it would be. His

alarm goes off at 6:15; dinner had to be on the table at 6:30.

Today I was making fish with green bean casserole. If it was just me, I would

have had French fries. The casserole was baking and I was frying the fish in

lemon juice when I heard the familiar long beeps of dad's alarm clock. I turned

the oven up and flipped his fish. At least his would be ready. I could just say I'm

not hungry. That always made him happy, thinking he was saving money.

We had an average house. Nice sized, not big, not small, the only real down side

was that we only had one bathroom. I liked being average though. I liked

blending in to my surroundings where no one really takes notice.

I set the table in a hurry, upset that I had misjudged how long dinner would take.

I grabbed his plate, flipping the fish onto it, putting two uncooked pieced in the

pan, grabbing the oven mitts. I could hear his boots on the stairs. I flipped the

oven open, not bothering to wait for the first wave of heat to pass before pulling

the dish out. I slopped two scoops onto his plate and put it down just as he

entered the kitchen.

He harrumphed; upset he didn't have a reason to yell at me, but he would find

one soon enough. He sat down, inspected his fork and after a moment, pushed it

into his fish. I turned back to the stove, flipping the two pieces I just put in. I was

already on edge.

"Where's yours?" He said gruffly.

"I'm not really hungry. I'm just going to finish cooking your lunch for tomorrow

and be done." I said as nonchalantly as I could.

"Cook something else." I looked over at him, and he met my eyes harshly. "I

want something else tomorrow. The laundry needs done and the bathroom

upstairs is getting filthy." He dared me to disagree. I just cleaned that bathroom

yesterday.

I just nodded at him; he scowled and shoved a mouthful of green bean casserole

in his mouth. He coughed it up, spitting it back into his plate pushing his chair

back and standing up. I was going to get it now.

I turned the oven off, and cowered back. Charlie usually just made me feel

horrible about myself, but on really bad day's he hurts me. I wasn't sure what

kind of day this would be. I was never sure with Charlie, not anymore.

Before mom left, all I had were happy memories. Going to the zoo, daddy giving

me great big hugs when he came home from work, he had been a cop then. All I

remember is how happy everyone was. Apparently, my mother hadn't been

happy, but I hadn't noticed.

"Are you trying to kill me!" he bellowed. "You're just as slippery and conniving as

your mother." I didn't know what I did wrong. The casserole was fine, I didn't see

how any of that could have killed him, but I have been screamed at about less

logical things so I let it come, just a daily occurrence that barely meant anything

anymore.

"You whoring about? You like that I'm not home at night, so you're 'friends'" he

put in air quotations "can come over and fuck you. You mean nothing to them,

you mean nothing." I looked down, not meeting his eyes as he went on. The topic

change was normal. Once he got the ball rolling, it just collected more and more

insults until it exploded, sometime he left if a rush, sometimes he hit me.

I didn't have friends at school, not anyone I could really mention anyways. I

stayed in the background and let things happen how they should. I knew no one

there really cared about me, let alone notice me or talked to me.

Maybe I should be more outgoing, maybe I would never fit in, but one way or

another, I knew my father was right. I didn't matter, I probably never would

matter. Mom left us too, mom left me behind, and my dad was all I had left.

Sure, he was a shitty one, but he stayed.

Sudden movement brought me back to reality, his hand coming around over my

shoulder, I thought fast dropping to the floor and yelping, bringing my hands

above my head. I heard a bag wrinkle and my father's laughter. He had just

grabbed his lunch from the counter behind me.

"Pathetic." He walked out the door, keys in hand. He didn't have to be at work

until 8. I knew what he would be doing until then, hitting up his favorite bar, The

Salty Dog. I sighed as he left. Putting what I could in left over bins and pulling

out ingredients for dad's lunch tomorrow. Beef stroganoff was always a hit, and I

guess I was eager to please since I was going beyond expectations with his lunch

choice.

For the first time in twenty minutes, I wished that I could go back in time to

when things were happy. I was sure my child like brain had imagined all of that

joy, but not all of it, and I knew for a fact then had been happier than now.

I wanted my mommy back.

I cleaned up everything I didn't need, filling the sink was soapy water so I could

wash the dishes and cook at the same time. I thought about turning the TV on,

but I didn't want to think about much right now.

I was pathetic. I didn't stand up for myself, and I didn't mind my father tearing

me down like he did. I embraced it all. If I was a stronger person, I would have

packed my bags and left by now. I guess, since Charlie was all I had left, that I

loved him. I hoped he loved me too.

No one would understand, no one could, but Dad was all I had left, and that

meant something. I wasn't sure what I meant to my father, but he was my

family. My one and only person that took care of me and gave me a house to live

in and food to cook, he may not make me feel good about myself, but at least he

saw me everyday.

Everything was cooking just fine when a hard double knock sounded at the door.

My first thought was, 'oh shit, dad got in a bar fight.' I turned everything down a

few notches on the stove incase the door took longer than expected. I walked

through our living room to get to the door, peaking through the hole. My sleeves

rolled up and my arms soapy.

Two men, both tall, one taller than the other who had blonde hair, the other

bulkier with black, they were probably cops, or bouncers. They looked tough

enough. I didn't see my dad, but that didn't mean much. He had only been gone

an hour. He could get in a lot of trouble in an hour. Maybe these guys were just

stopping by on their way home to inform me my father would be spending the

night in jail.

I opened the door. I had no idea that this would be the moment that changed my

life.

"Can I help-" The guy on the right grabbed me, the one on the left jabbed a

needle in my arm, hitting the plunger with his thumb, I stared dumbly, wondering

for a moment if this was a joke. I slumped, falling into the thicker guy's chest.

"Let's move her. Leave everything how it is, and make sure no one is alive in

there." The guy holding me said, as the taller guy pulled out a gun. How lucky

was my dad that he left for work early? I was glad he wasn't home for this.

With my dad's well being floating through my head I forgot to worry about

myself. Everything went black.

.0.0.

"I'm serious, she's coming to. Should we give her more?" The voice was hazy,

like he was talking through a blanket. I felt tingly and my mouth felt like a whole

wad of cotton balls had been shoved in it.

"Felix," a pause "we gave her an adult male dose, she is out until we deliver her.

Stop flipping out, you'd think this was your first time." This voice was calmer, he

had things under control, but he was muffled. I stored the name Felix into my

memory bank, hoping I could recall it later if I ever got a chance to rat these

bastards out for kidnapping. They should know my dad had no money. Even if he

did, he probably wouldn't pay it.

"Demitri," He mocked, using the same tone. "I know she's coming too, she just

moved her eyes. This isn't my first time which is why you should trust me."

Another name to memorize, I pried my eyes open, I was in a cage. Metal bars

above and around me, I was on a black piece of plastic and the smell of piss hit

my nose harshly when I moved.

We were in a moving vehicle. Felix and Demitri had drugged me, shoved me in a

cage and were driving me somewhere. A few warnings came back to me. In a

kidnapping situation, the victim rarely survives, the victim needs to stay alert and

run as soon as possible. Scream, if surrounded by people, tell those surrounding

people what is going on. Those were all fine and dandy, but what about in this

situation. I was in a moving car. Can't run, didn't have anyone to tell, screaming

wouldn't do much good since no one was around to hear it. That left just dying,

great.

"We're almost at the transport doc. If she's moving, she won't remember a thing

later." I couldn't tell who was who, and when I tried to recall their names, I drew

a blank. My eyes closed and I had to fight off sleep. I needed to stay alert.

The car, or whatever this was I was in, began to slow. Had we arrived where I

would die? Were they going to kill me and throw my body in a dump? Would I be

one of those girls? Would I be a face on a poster forever?

.0.0.

Cold, I was cold. I pealed my eyes open as something tightened around my foot,

I was lying on metal. The same tightening sensation happened to my other foot. I

was in an awkward position. I tried to straighten myself out, but I just tugged at

my restraint and went back to the same position.

My restraints? What the hell? I pealed my eyes back again, it was harder this

time. Like my eyes desperately wanted to stay closed but I need to get out of

these feet restraints so I could close my legs. I looked down trying to get a look

at what was happening.

These drugs were making me think slowly.

I was naked! No wonder I was so cold on this metal table. Wait… where they

going to rape me? I heard about people being kidnapped for sex. I didn't want to

be raped! I would rather just be killed, quickly please and thrown in a dumpster.

My head rolled back, thumping on the metal. The ceiling was grey, the walls a

darker but similar shade, I saw a flash of metal to my right and when I turned my

head in that direction, slowly and weakly, there was a man holding an instrument

of torture.

Oh. My. God. Please don't let them torture me.

"Be careful there little one. Wouldn't want you to hurt your head." He was

speaking to me as if I was a child, although, I was young, younger than him, it

made me mad that he was treating me like this. I should have been mad that he

was about to shove that thing inside me.

"She's been fading in and out." A voice from above my head, the same one from

inside the car, his name had been… Felix! Yes, I remembered. I was distracted for

a moment as cold metal entered my body, I gasped, and tried to push off the

table with my hands, and they just flopped off the table, hanging there. I felt

scraping, a tugging.

"Virgin." The guy beginning his torture said. I shuddered. Why in the hell would

that matter? I fought some more, actually getting my arms to cooperate for all of

four seconds, but enough to get me to sit up. Two men, the same ones that had

taken me, forced me down.

What the doctor had put inside me, was pulled out, and plopped on a table. It

was heavy because it made all the other metal instruments jump.

"Finish up!" Demitri said, I watched as the doctor went over to a burner full of hot

coals, they were glowing red. It looked like a long metal stick coming out of it;

the Doctor gripped the handle and pulled it out.

It was a brander. I was going to be branded like a cow, like meat, and given

away. I tried to push away, I tried to fight Demitri and Felix, since I knew what

was going to happen next. The Doctor positioned himself, held my foot and

pushed the brand on top of it.

I smelt the burning flesh before I felt it. I gagged, and a scream came out, the

after effect from the pain hitting me hard. I gasped and he pulled away. I closed

my eyes, not wanting to see Demitri and Felix's face as this happened.

Something cold was put on my foot, and I felt a small tugging sensation, were

they bandaging me up? I opened my eyes again, trying to look and see what was

happening to me now. I still struggled against the two men.

"Give her a half dose. She's a fighter." Demitri said, he must have been the

leader of the others. I memorized his face for a second before the other spoke.

"He's going to love to break her spirit." Felix replied. What the hell did that

mean? Holy shit, was I a gift? Was I being trafficked? What was it called…?

Human Trafficking? That was worse, I would be raped repeatedly, and death

would have been too kind.

I felt another needle, this time in my thigh. I went under again.

.0.0.

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