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Abducted and Survived

Novel By: starsoffire
Romance



Camilia never expected things to turn out this way, especially not during her graduation ceremony. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Feb 9, 2011    Reads: 65    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Graduation day.

I still remember it clearly. If only it didn't come. If only I failed a class or two, if only we didn't have the ceremony that day. If only I hadn't gone.

I still remember it clearly. Flashbacks play in front of my eyes as I limp down the dark street. Every now and then, a car drives by, but no one stops. I limp, and shed a tear as I remember the heartfelt speech I read to my parents.

I cleared my throat. Holy crap, there were a lot of people. I looked down at my paper and wiped my sweaty palms on my emerald green dress.

"As you all know, or not, my name is Camilia. I've been attending this school since the first grade. I am one of the 6 people left who have been here that long, and I can definitely say I'm proud. It was great seeing all the different people, and seeing everyone grow from little kids to the young adults we are today. I have so many people to thank, but I decided to dedicate this to the two people who mean the most to me." I looked up and scanned the crowd, until my eyes landed on the table where my parents sat, along with our friends and family. "Mom, Dad, I want to thank you. Thank you, for all those times you've put up with my annoying tantrums, like when I told you I hate you because you wouldn't let me have a candy before dinner. Thank you, for encouraging me to follow my dreams, and thank you for being there when I fell. Thank you, for supporting me. Thank you for being there when I needed to vent about highschool drama. Thank you, for all those times you've looked out for my safety. I know I sounded annoyed when you called me every hour, but in reality, it warmed my heart. I can only hope I'm as good a parent to my kids as you have been to me. I love you so much. So much it hurts."

I stopped. I already had mascara running down my cheeks, leaving little black drops on my paper. By now, the whole room was quiet. I kept wondering what people were thinking. I know this is probably something I should tell them in private, but I couldn't wait to say it. I couldn't wait to make sure everyone understood just how much I loved them. I finally glanced up to look at my parents. I saw their hands, entertwined on the table. I saw my mother trying to wipe her tears away, and I saw my father's chin tremble.

"I love you." I whispered. "I don't think I can say it enough." I folded my blank paper so no one could see that I had written nothing.I made my way toward the two most important people in my life, and I gave them the biggest hug in the world.

My knees give out from under me and I fall on the hard pavement. I sob for what seems like hours. It hurts so much. I haven't seen them in two months. Two whole months.

I lean back, wanting to collapse and never get up. My back hit something cold and hard. I look up and cry in happiness. A phone booth. I found a phone booth. I push myself onto my wobbly legs, clutching to the side of the booth. I open the door and let myself in. It's like nothing else exists exept that phone. I need to make that call, and my hand understands me. I watch as my hand lifts the receiver off of the hook. I watch as my hand rememberes how to make a collect call. I feel the cold earpiece as it's placed on my ear, and nearly faint when I hear the lady's voice on the other end. She asks for my name and I'm barely able to whisper it.

"Camilia."

"One moment please." That moment seemed to be the longest moment I've ever had to wait, but it was all forgotten the moment I heard my father's voice on the other end.

"Camilia?" He asked, frantically.

"Daddy." I whispered, tears instantly racing down my cheeks. "Daddy I'm scared."

"Where are you?" He asks. His voice cracks, and I hear him sniffle. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"I-I don't know." I sob. "I don't know."

"Look around, what is there around you?" He askes. I hear him call for my mother, telling her to get dressed. "We're coming right now sweetheart. Just tell me what's around you."

I open the door to the booth and look around. "I-I'm in a phone booth. Th-there's a restaurant across the street."

"What is it called? Just tell me the name." I hear the bang of the front door, then the ignition as he starts the car. I can tell he's trying to keep from crying, and it's only making me want to cry even more.

"Vincent Nevis'." I say.

"I'm coming right now. Stay in that booth okay?"

"Please hurry. I l-love you."

"I love you too honey, don't worry we'll be there soon. Just stay in the booth." I hear the phone click as he hangs up, and suddenly I'm all alone again. It's as if my pain had disappeared when I was talking to my father, and now it's all rushing back. I stagger a little, trying to keep my balance as I lean on the walls of the booth. But there was no use fighting against the sleep that wanted me so desperately. I slide down to the ground, exhausted. As I lay there, falling in an out of conciousness, I could barely make out the headlights that came up the road. I could barely make out my parents running out of the car and opening the door to the booth. I looked up at them, their faces full of sadness and tears. I reached up and wrapped my arms around them both, crying until I passed out.

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I felt him. I felt his lips all over me, his filthy hands groping and pinching.

I cried out loud, trying to push him off of me, but his hands kept coming back. I kicked where I thought his groin was, but my leg was met by a strong hand, and suddenly I was being pinned down. I screamed as loud as I could. I couldn't get him off of me, and I started to fear the worst.

"Camilia." I heard her sob. "Honey wake up. Please wake up."

I stop. Where am I? I open my eyes to find myself in a hospital gown, and two male nurses trying to hold me down. I let out the breath I was holding, and I fall back against my pillows. Nightmare. It was a vivid nightmare.

"Camilia? Can you tell me what you were dreaming about?" I don't recognize this voice. I look over to my left to find an older lady doctor, looking at me with sympathetic eyes.

I shake my head, glancing at the two nurses still pinning me down. The doctor motions for them to exit, and when they do, a police officer came in. He seemed hesitant at first, but came in nonetheless. My mother came to my side and held my hand, squeezing it lightly. "Honey, this is Dr. Kelly Rayburn, she took care of your cuncussion for you, and she wrapped up your ankle real nice. That's Officer Morgan, he's trying to figure out who did this to you." She said, planting a kiss on my forehead. "Baby please let them help you."

I looked at Officer Morgan, his pale green eyes looking over me sadly. His eyes met mine and he tipped his head in a nod. "I promise you I'll do the best I can to catch this guy."

I open my mouth, planning on spilling my guts out, but the minute I picture his face hovering over me, that vile smirk and beady eyes staring down at me, I can't help the panic attack. I start to shake involuntarily, my skin starts to sweat profusely and my heart is running a mile a minute. I start to sob and clutch to my mother, afraid of letting go. I suddenly feel a prick in my arm, and in seconds I'm out cold.

___

I wake up groggy and sore. My limbs won't move without great effort, and my eyes can't seem to focus.

"Camelia? We had to give you some medicine to calm you down. You'll feel a little queasy, but I want you to take it easy, okay? No quick movements, you'll throw up if you do. I'll help you sit up." I felt two strong arms slide underneath me as the male nurse helped me into a sitting position, propped up against the pillows.

I looked in the direction his voice was coming from, barely making out the shape of his face. I smiled weakly at him. "Thank you."

"No problem. If you need anything, press this button right here." He placed my hand on a buzzer on the side of my bed. "Someone will come and help you."

I smiled and tried to nod, but ended up making myself dizzy instead. I watched his blurry form leave the room, leaving the door open for Officer Morgan to walk in. I watched as he softly shut the door and made his way to the chair beside my bed.

"Hey Camilia, how are you feeling?" He asked softly.

"I can't feel a thing." I smiled. "How strong are those drugs?"

He chuckled. "Pretty strong from the looks of it."

"I can't feel a thing. And I'm happy. Reeaalllly happy." I giggled.

"Im glad you're feeling better." He said in all seriousness.

I stopped giggling, and looked at him seriously. "Have you got a notepad?"

He frowned. "Yeah, why?"

"I better tell you everything right now while I'm happy, or else I'll just have another panic attack."





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