Trapped, Forest Evergreen [feel good books to read .TXT] 📗

Don’t think that. Please.”
“ Ok, I’ll try.”
“ Good.”
“ Thanks, for everything.”
“ No prob, I’m here for you.”
We went back to our seats to see the ending of the movie and afterwards we hung out for a while and joked about the parts we saw and then we thought it was time to get home.
“ I’ll give you a ride back.”
“ Well no duh, like I could walk that far.”
“ Be my guest, then I could recommend you for track.”
“ I’ll pass thank you very much.”
“ Night guys!” We hollered at the high school group as we walked to Andrew’s car, at the far left of the parking lot, as they yelled the same thing back.
“ Should I be dropping you off at your house?”
“ Ya, my parents said they’d be there.”
“ Ok, good.”
“ Yes.”
What?!

There was a silence for a little while, and then.
“ Funny I’ve known you for not that long and I....” There was a bit of an awkward silence.
“ You what?”
“ Nothing.”
“ Ok..”
“ Here I don’t want you walking alone to your house so I’ll just drive you there.”
“ Oh, alright. It’s the beige one with white trim.....right there.”
“ All righty then.”
He backed up and parked, but left his engine going.
“ Well I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“ Of course, or more like I hope so.” I said stepping out on the curb by my driveway.
“ Don’t do that it makes me worry more.”
“ Well in that case, yes I will be.”
“ Goodnight.”
“ Same to you.” I said waving by and walking up the driveway and slipping through the door.
With that life went on, I healed up previous injuries and got a whole lot of new ones. Everyday I saw Andrew and we always ate lunch (this time outside under a tree, some benches, and a table that was more public than my secret spot). We talked everyday and were getting to each other better day by day. He’d call me and text me every single day at different times and mostly more then once, depending on how bad my situation was getting but mostly to talk more. Andrew really encouraged me to get involved into the music program because back in seventh grade, he caught me singing a song and playing my guitar. So I said ok, since it was something to show my talent in and public which means safety for the most part. By the time we knew it fall passed, then winter, and the season of spring was finally welcomed. Andrew and my relationship had gotten closer and so did the words that screamed to come from my mouth. I’m falling in love with him. I wonder if he’s falling for me too?

Unfortunately he wasn’t there to read my mind as usual, because I was in English and he was in Math. Sadly my thoughts were interrupted by a voice on the intercom.
“ Good afternoon students, we’re having a Spring Fling or Spring dance which ever you prefer.” Awkward pause.
Get on with it!

“ Anyways, it will be on May the first, from 8:00 to 10:00. It’s more of a formal dance so I expect to see all coming in formal dress. Thank you.”
Hm...formal dance, huh? Whatever...

Even though I was a little interested, since I’ve never been to a dance, I sort of acted like I didn’t care. The day continued and I meet up with Andrew so he could walk me to the bus.
“ So how has your day been?”
“ Pretty good, and you?
“ Dito.”
“ Nice, well guess my ride is leaving.” I said looking up at the bus.
“ Ya, I’ll call you later, ok?”
“ I’ll be waiting.” I said smiling and getting into the bus.

Torture

Right when I got home I walked up the stairs and entered my room placing my backpack on my bed and then starred at my phone waiting for it to go off. I wonder what’s taking him so long...

After five minutes of starring at the screen I finally got up to get some iced tea. Carefully walking down stairs I tripped on...nothing. ‘Thought you could use less footing,’

it said with a sneer. Embracing the pain was the last thing I wanted, so I laid there on my face wincing from the increasing pain getting stronger and stronger every millisecond I thought about it. Why? IN GOD’S NAME WHY! Why do I have to live through this? Why must I live with this inside me? I don’t want to be scared all the time! I don’t want to shut myself up! I don’t want it to win! What can I do? What do I do.....?

Sometime later I woke up to the faint noise of a ringtone going off. Did I black out? Or did I fall asleep?

Pulling myself up I crawled up the stairs and picked myself up to the point where I could stand not far from my door. ‘I don’t think so,’

it said with a mischievous prick in its voice. My door suddenly slammed and the lock clicked into place.
“YOU CAN’T DO THIS!”
‘Watch me.’

Grabbing the handle I started to jerk at it trying to get it loose and with my last jerk my legs were knocked out from under me. Slamming to the floor I slowly got up.
“You want a battle, I’ll give you one.”
All the strength inside me I tried to wield inside but anger was apart of it.
‘It’s useless!’
I was lifted into the air struggling and kicking then slammed down to the floor on my back. I can’t breath.

Then it felt like something picked me up by the neck and lifted me back into the air. My hands tried prying off its power but it was to strong for me to stand. Throwing me across the room I was shoved into the wall and on the floor unconscious, bruised and bloody. The phone started to ring and the caller was Andrew, as soon as it went to the answering machine a prick of worry was set deep inside him. I wonder if she’s ok.

So many bad thoughts went through his head that he finally got up, went out to his car and immediately started to drive to my house. Alright, Cherry Wood and the beige one with white trim.

He put it in park right then and ran up to the door knocking on its silent face.
“Vi? Hello?”
I didn’t answer, I couldn’t even hear him calling my name.
“Vi? Are you ok?”
Still no answer (I couldn’t even answer if I wanted to).
“I wonder if she’s ok...She said she’d be home...”
Should I bust down the door or break in...or should I leave....Alright if she doesn’t answer in the next few minutes I’m coming in.

After about a minute he remembered that I told him about a hidden door to the basement of our house. Don’t know why I didn’t think of that in the first place!

He climbed over the gate and made a left to the back of the house. Then started knocking on the back panels till it sounded hollow and finally he found it. “Look on top of the ledge a bit up for the key, it’s kind of a small door that blends in pretty well but does stick out a bit.”

He picked up the key from the top of the molding and then traced around the outer edges of the door. Now knowing where the door was he felt around the face for a key hole. This is taking such a long time... I should’ve just busted the door.

Right at that moment his thumb felt the shape of a keyhole covered by wall paper gone over with paint. Don’t worry Vi I’m coming, just hold on.

As soon as he unlocked the door he crept in locking it behind him then feeling around the darkness of my basement. Damn it! What can I do if I can’t see anything?

Then he felt what seemed like a stair, trying to feel more with his hands he felt another. God please I pray she isn’t dead!

Bringing himself to his feet he quickly stumbled up the stairs to run into a door.
“VI!”
The door was locked.
“Damn it to hell! WHY?!”
He kept shoving himself into the door while clutching the door knob with sweaty hands. That’s it, I’m kicking it open!

Stepping back a couple footsteps he met his foot at the door with all his strength and after two more shoves it broke open. With his mind set to overdrive he ran up the main set of stairs to find me at the end of the hall in a pool of blood and a smashed wall behind me.
“Dear God! Vi!”
He ran over to me and held me in his arms.
Please don’t let her die.

He thought as he looked down at me bruised face and bleeding mouth with branded hand markings on her neck.

911

“I shouldn’t have let you come home...”He whispered to me.
“What am I doing?!”
Swiping his phone out of his pocket he dialed 911.
“911 what is your emergency?”
Before he answered he took a deep breath because he knew this was no time to start freaking out.
“My friend is hurt.”
“What type of injuries does she have?”
“She’s bleeding pretty bad and bruised. She also has hand marks on her neck. Just please help her.”
“Alright I’m