Together We'll Set The World On Fire

For a long time this is my life.
I did as my father said and I was allowed to come out of my cell. Talked back to him, disrespected him, or did things too slow or not well enough resulted in being thrown into that cell for a week, with no food and no water and beatings once a day. I knew my dad was sick. He was on drugs and drank all the time. But I knew that his sickness was in his mind not body. He was insane in every sense of the word. Hilda I learned quit a few weeks after she learned that I had left the state. I hoped she was okay, I prayed for her happiness. I wasn’t allowed near a phone or the computer so there was no way of contacting anyone for help. My mom and sister didn’t visit my father at all. Chloe sometimes called my dad’s phone asking him how he was. He put on a façade of his own well-being and never mentioned me.
I was losing hope that someone would notice my absence. I prayed that Ashley would find me.
But my little candle of hope was slowly suffocating.
I began to dream of suicide again. Hanging myself with the curtains, taking some of my father’s drugs and overdosing on them, drowning myself in the bathtub, bashing my head into a wall hard enough to kill myself. These daydreams were slowly becoming my reality and my only means of keeping my sanity. I feared death but I hated my father more and more each day.
And then came my lucky day.
I was allowed some down time in my “bedroom” and was sitting on the windowsill watching it rain on this dreary day. Since I was locked in my room there wasn’t much more I could do. Until I saw a neighbor getting their mail in the sopping rain. I hoped my father was passed out drunk and I began to beat at the window with my fists and scream for help.
I screamed so shrilly and so loudly that it got my neighbor’s attention
He looked up in confusion and squinted at me. I grabbed a marker I found in the bedside table and drew quickly on the window pane.
HELP ME
CALL 911
The neighbor’s eyes lit up in horror and he whipped out his phone.
I sighed with relief.
Soon enough there was sirens and loud banging on the door and I heard my father’s drunken shouts and shots fired. I didn’t know what to do, I knew my dad had a gun but could it be the rescuers? I ran to the closet and shut the door. I curled up in that dark small space trying to block the noise out.
I don’t know how long it took but the door opened roughly and a bright light filled my eyes as I started to scream and cry. I was so confused and was being ruled by my emotions. I thought maybe it was my father coming to drag me into the basement.
“Please please d-don’t hurt me” I sobbed. But gentle hands gathered me up, far too gentle to be my father… I looked up as the light died down into the eyes of a police officer. And then I hugged him as I cried some more thanking him for rescuing me.
“You’ll be okay Miss, we’re going to get you to a hospital.” He promised me. He carried me down the stairs and outside of that horrid house. The neighbors were watching on the sidewalks with looks of utter horror on their faces. One of them ran up to us. I recognized him. It was Justin of all people. I didn’t know he lived in our neighborhood…
“Harper?!” he exclaimed.
I looked blankly at him.
“It’s Justin!” He cried.
“I know that but what are you doing here?” I asked in confusion.
“I heard about it on the radio. I knew you lived here so I came.” Justin said.
“I never told you I lived here… I haven’t lived here in months either.” I said.
“I know that you’ve been in L.A. with those band friends of yours but I’ve been waiting for you to come back!” Justin said excitedly. He was starting to sound kind of creepy.
“How did you know I was in L.A.? and I never told you that my friends were in a band…” I said starting to get scared and I moved closer to the police officers protective side.
“You have to understand!” Justin pleaded.
“Understand what?” I echoed. “Officer I want to go to the hospital now.”
“Sure thing ma’am excuse me sir.” The officer said helping me into the ambulance.
The ride was short but all’s I could think of was how Justin knew all these details about me… it scared me.
Then my thoughts drifted to Ashley, Andy, Jake, Jinxx, C.C., and Sammi! I could call them and let them know I was still alive. At the same time though a shadow of doubt flitted across my mind. What if they had moved on? How long have I been gone?” I didn’t know. SO I asked the paramedic who had finished asking me questions about my captivity.
The paramedic kindly told me it was early may. So I had been gone about 6 weeks or so. Maybe they were still looking for me, I hoped. We got to the hospital and I was put in a room and hooked up to several machines. They asked me if I could call anyone and I immediately said yes.
I dialed Ashley’s number finally after longing to hear his voice for so long I would.
It rang.
“Hello?”
Something was terribly wrong.
The voice that answered wasn’t Ashley’s
It was a girl’s.

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