The life I live, Margaret [free romance novels .txt] 📗

that was slatted all over his face. She was looking at the picture of the boy, who'd she'd thought had such a strong, and loving heart had just plain out stopped.

Chapter 3

Silence is golden, but duct tape is silver.

Emily sat in the back of the jeep over viewing her life. She figured there wasn't much time to do this when the man shot her, maybe 3 seconds at most. She turned around to see if the man was coming; he was. A little faster then she had expected. She turned back around rather quickly as well. He got in the front seat on the driver's side, and acted as if he had no idea Emily was in the back seat. They were all ready at the stop light when the police cars came zooming in to the park. She could faintly make out her little sister, but she could see she was sobbing uncontrollably.

She turned back around in her seat, and saw a fait smile on the man's face, and it made Emily feel conflicted on if she wanted to cry, or give this man a taste of his own medicine, and murder him for her own sanity. The man drove her to a hotel, and got out of the car. "Out." He ordered. Before Emily had a chance, she was yanked by her arm out of the car. "Ow!" she yelped. The man had yanked her arm so hard it came out of its socket.

He grabbed her arm, and led her in to the hotel entrance. He obviously had a room, because he didn't bother stopping at the front desk. Emily tried to jerk her arm out of the man's grip on her arm, but he just tightened it. "Ow! You're hurting me!" Emily cried out. "Be quiet." The man ordered. "Your mother is going to hear about this behavior, and I don't think she'll be happy." Her Mother? Than Emily got it, this was a public place there were people around, and he was acting like her Father.

They reached the elevators, and the man pulled her inside. The door opened, and he led her in to a room. He loosened his grip on her shoulder, and she sped away in to the room. "Let me out." Emily said saying it a little braver than she really felt. The man smiled cruelly. "If only it was as easy as that. Ask to be let go, and I give in. What kind of parent would I be?" Emily scowled. "You're not my dad." The man chuckled.

"Okay, than what do you call a person who can control you, and lives with you who is an adult?" "Kidnapper. That's what I call it." There was a short pause in the conversation. Then the man began to speak. "Whatever you want to call it, but I wouldn't do anything stupid, a smart girl wouldn't do that." Emily snorted. "Who said I was smart?" she asked rhetorically. "I'm smart enough to act stupid, so don't think you've got me all figured out. You don't know a thing." Emily retorted. The man smiled as if he'd just won the lottery. "I think I know more than you think little girl." "Yea?" Emily challenged. "Like what?" The man kept grinning.

"I'll give you a hint. When you make ballistics jell it can look like a human, you can pass it off as that as well, and only in an optopcey will they figure out its not human flesh." Emily blinked, and her heart began to race once again. "I'm what you call, a murderer/kidnapper/hostage holder." The man finished sounding somewhat proud. Emily bit her lip. "So does that mean..." she began. "Yes Emily, it does mean that. Rodney Zim isn't dead." The man said darkly. Emily felt tempted to punch this evil person. "Then where is he?" Emily asked. "And, why exactly should I tell you that?" the man asked, stepping closer to Emily.

She too stepped back. She didn't want him any were near her. Before she could take in another breath the man was going for a full force tackle in to her. When the man was on top of her it crushed the air in her lungs out. She squirmed, and threw punches at the man like some kind of deranged animal. "G-get off of me!" she yelled, but the man was much too strong. He grabbed her wrists, and pinned her down.

"You'll stop this right now if you know what's good for you." The man growled. Emily glared at the man. "Maybe I don't know what's good for me." The man wasn't smart enough to pin down her legs, and Emily kicked him like a scoccer ball. The man's face went pale and he fell completely on to Emily. She wiggled out from under him, and sped out of the room, running faster than she ever had before. "Wait." The man said weakly. "As if!" Emily yelled back. She came to a stop at the elevators, and pressed the down button several thousand times.

It was taking too long; she could hear the man getting up. She made a quick sprint to the stairs, and ran down them. She was going too fast and she fell down, and tumbled down two flights of stairs before she was able to stop herself. She was like a rag doll in the hands of gravity. Not the best combination. She didn't bother to stop in the bath room; she knew her nose was bleeding from her mega fall. She didn't stop at the front desk, because the man could all ways act like her dad, and say that she was just upset about not be able to go to a party or something.

She wasn't going to take that chance. She had to get away, this hotel wasn't far away from the park, and at least she didn't think it was. She had accidentally fallen asleep on the way hear, but for how long? She didn't have time to think about it. She ran out of the hotel doors, and she found herself far away from the park. This wasn't your average Hotel. She found herself right in the middle of the woods.

There was a gravel path that looked worn, and dead. Emily wouldn't have been surprised if there was a grave yard beside it. She wiped her bloody nose, and in turn her hand was a bloody red when she glanced back at it. She than started to run in to the woods, not her best plan, but it was pretty decent when you have no idea where you are. When she was running she looked once behind her, and she made a direct collision in to a caterpillar nest. She screamed, the nest was as big as twenty thousand spiders webs put together. Emily was scared to death of spiders.

She kept running as the caterpillars web clung to her body while she completely spazzed out, flailing her arms, and kicking while she ran. The stupid wed wouldn't come off. Finally, Emily resorted to jumping in to a small pond. It was shallow, less than three feet deep. The water was worm, but at the same time it was murky from all the mud Emily had forced up. Emily sniffed. This day was just going perfectly.

So far she'd gotten kidnapped, held hostage, fallen down two flights of stairs, gotten trapped in a caterpillars nest, and to top it all off, she was wet and muddy. At least that caterpillar's nest was off of her. She stood up in the pond, and started walking again. She stopped again to look behind her. The man hadn't started to chase after her. Thank god. The blood that had been gushing from her nose was now to a firm dry crust.

Emily wondered how far away from home she was. She must be at least 10 miles away; there were no woods where she lived. Her first priory was too well she guessed find food, but she was in the middle of a forest, and this wasn't a Disney movie, in which she would magically find a bush abundant with fruit or something. Even if this did happen, there was always a chance that the fruit or berries were poises. Though she was in the 8Th grade and knew much about the common posiniouse foods on the planet she wasn't one to take chances, well the running away from the man, and falling down the stairs didn't really count, that was common sense. The air was misty, and the fog began to brew from the moist undergrowth with every step she took. Thunder rattled the trees and rain poured from the sky like tears.

Emily sighed, just her luck. The warm hotel room, even if it was to be shared with her kidnapper, sounded pretty good right about now. Emily normally loved the rain. She would go out in the front yard and just stand there while the rain soaked her nonstop. But when she did this she also had a house to retreat to when it started lightning outside. Or her mothers' voice yelling at her to come in. Oh what she would do right now to be told to come in.

There was a large oak tree, just a few feet ahead of her. It had thick broad branches, perfect to protect her from the rain, but it was also a lightning magnet. If she slept there, as it was getting dark, she'd be brut alive if it were to be struck by lightning; for Emily was a heavy sleeper. Emily decided that she had gotten to this point, and faith had seemed to smile in her favor of getting away from the man, but then again, that had only gotten her in to the woods soaking wet with to human connection. She did a quick sprint, her arm that was still out of its socket thanks to the man pulling it, bounced along as she ran. There was an oval shaped area that was smoothed, and not as damp as the rest of the ground, not that that mattered, Emily herself was soaked. It wasn't as comfortable as Emily would have preferred, but then again, it was a tree, not her warm bed. There were no big blankets to snuggle under. No Mother to come in and kiss your cheek good night. It was going to be a long and uncomfortable night indeed.

Emily began to dream deeply as she slept. She was back at home; her mother was hugging her tightly, while her siblings squished her legs in unbreakable hugs as well. An army truck came in to view, and her Father, who had died missing in action when she was 10, came out smiling. Emily managed to break free from her mothers' arms, and her sibling freed her legs. Emily ran in to her fathers' open and loving arms. Emily wrapped her arms around his neck, and put the side of her head in his neck. Then her dad picked her up, and rocked her in his arms.

Emily jolted awake. Tears fled to her eyes. The dream was sick, pure sick, it was a dream she'd dreamt many times before. Far too many times at that. She sat up, and pulled up her knees up to her chest. Wrapped her arms around her knees and sobbed in to them with her face down. She convinced herself that if her dada hadn't gone missing or hadn't died, she wouldn't be in this situation.

The thunder storm had turned in to a mere drizzle, but Emily found herself sitting in a puddle. Not that it mattered, she was wet too. It was early morning, early enough in which the morning dew