The Scream In the Wind

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

In this chapter Bella hears the young cute guy tell Baldy that a girl escaped and it was his fault. Baldy gets really mad at the young guy (who Bella decides to call Hottie) and hurts his leg. Once Baldy leaves Bella's room, Hottie quickly gives Bella a kiss on the forehead before limping quickly to follow Baldy. Bella questions if Hottie is really kinder than the other men or just pretending.

Later Baldy comes back drunk and gives Bella a tour of the place where they are. She confirms her suspicions about girls being used for sexual reasons and sees what happens to the girls when they don't behave. Bella refers to it as the Holocaust. While they are on the tour, several girls ask Bella for help and she nods, not understanding why they are asking her instead of other girls.

When she gets put back in her room alone, she thinks about her parents and cries at their pain. She decides that she is going to survive and help the other girls, even if it is the last thing she does.

Chapter 5 (v.1) - Why Me???

Submitted: March 06, 2010

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Submitted: March 06, 2010



Chapter 4: Why Me???

“One of the girls escaped,” the young guy mutters.

“What? What do you mean she escaped?” Baldy yells. He shoves me against the wall and my head crashes against the hard wall. My vision blurs but I focus on my hand sitting my lap so I will stay awake. What they say might be some clue to what will happen to me.

Baldy stands up and grips the guy by his shirt neck. The boy looks really nervous and I see him gulp.

“Well, Tod brought about ten of them back from this club and he thought they were all drunk but I guess this one girl had been faking it. So, um, when the guys started to unload them and put them in rooms, she ran off. I got out there right as it was happening,” he says in a rush.

“Was someone watching the van?” Baldy asks, still holding the boy off the ground. The boy’s eyes flicker to me and I see fear.

“I was supposed to be,” he mutters.

“So this is your fault?” The boy nods and stares at the ground. “And have some of the guys gone after her in one of the other vans?” The boy shakes his head. Baldy throws the guy to the ground and he hits the ground with a deafening thud. But he looks up at Baldy from the ground. I gasp quietly when I see the small stream of blood running out from under his hair. “This is why I told you to hurry up! And you couldn’t even tell someone to go looking for her! Now she has a head start! Do I have to do everything around here?”

Badly storms out of the room with a pissed look on his face. The young guy looks over at me and I feel really bad for him.

“Get your sorry butt off the ground and come help us!” Baldy yells down the hall to him. The guy pushes himself off the ground and I see him wince as he puts pressure on his left leg and his hand flies up to his head. He limps over to me after looking out the door to make sure no one was walking by or in hearing distance. He crouches down next to me and winces again.

“Are you alright? He didn’t hurt you too badly or anything right?” he asks with a worried look on his face.

“I’m fine,” I mutter weakly. He nods and his hand rests on my cheek. He looks into my eyes to make sure I’m okay with this. My heart speeds up from fear and hopefulness. Under normal circumstances, I’d be begging this super hot guy to kiss me but I’m not exactly safe right now. This guy could be faking his kindness just so I learn to trust him. My heart pounds loudly as he leans forward and kisses me on the forehead.

“Hurry up!” Baldy yells angrily. The guy gets a worried look on his face and looks over his shoulder quickly.

“I’ll try and keep him off of you,” he whispers in my ear. I nod and he stands up slowly. He limps out of the room quickly and yells to Baldy.

“I’m coming! I had to make sure her room was locked so she wouldn’t get away!” he exclaims. Butterflies are dancing in my stomach wildly. Why am I so happy? Sure, a really cute guy is kinda flirting with me and kissed me on my forehead, but I’m also here because of him. He’s one of the bad guys in this situation! And I’m falling for him! This can’t lead to anything good.


I wake up to someone shaking me violently. My eyes snap open and I’m face to face with Baldy. My nose wrinkles at the smell of beer on his breath.

“About time you’re up,” he slurs. I try to hold my breath without making it obvious. I just nod at him not knowing what he wants me to say. He slaps me on my cheek that is already bruised. My eyes widen. I didn’t even do anything and he slapped me!!! “Why aren’t you happy to see me? You should always be happy to see me!”

“Yes sir,” I squeak quietly.

“Hmph. Maybe you need to go on a walk to wake you up.” Baldy grabs my arm and yanks me to my feet, nearly pulling my arm out of its socket. “Time for a little tour of my life’s work.” He grips my wrist tightly and pulls me behind him. He doesn’t walk in a straight line and has to put a hand on the wall a few times to keep himself for falling and stumbling. “See, this is man’s favorite place in the world. It’s filled with girls who have to obey them if they want to live. Each girl is locked up in her own room and belongs to one man or a few if they decide to share her or use her together.” He laughs at the last part and I feel like throwing up at the image he is making me picture. I know what these girls are used for. I’ve seen it with my own eyes and I’ve had this creep try it with me.

Baldy leads me around and forces me to look into a few of the occupied rooms. Most of them have little cots that are occupied. The girl always looks terrified and disgusted and the man looks evil and gross. It’s the same thing over and over again. We pass a few girls that are being lead around on tours like I am. Their eyes fill with horror as they realize why we are here and what the men leading them are planning.

It appears to be that there is always a van outside bringing in a new girl or two. All the girls that I see being lead around are new like I am. One girl who looks to be about ten is being pulled by a rope that is tied around her two wrists and she looks at me with a pleading look in her tear filled eyes. She mouths the word help and I nod. Why did she ask me? I didn’t see her ask any of the other girls that she passed. Her face brightens slightly with help.

Another girl who looks to be my age or a year older does the same thing. Once again I nod and smile faintly. Why are they asking me?!? I’m new just like them! I pass three more girls on the part of the tour that is inside. Each one of them looks at me with a pleading look and mumbles or mouths the word help.

I decide there must be a reason that they are all asking me instead of someone else or each other. Maybe there is something that they know and I don’t. No matter what though, I’m going to try and help them. Maybe I can use Hottie (the guy my age that is really cute!) to my advantage.

Baldy leads me outside then and interrupts my thoughts by talking. “And these are the bad girls who didn’t listen and do as they were told. Why don’t you take a look?” We are standing a few feet back from the edge of a huge hole. I shake my head and take a tiny step backwards.

“No thank you, sir,” I mumble.

“What did you say? I said go take a look!” He shoves me forward and I stumble and nearly fall into the hole myself. I gasp at the horrid image before me. Let’s just say that what was inside the hole, reminds me of the Holocaust and all the people they killed and didn’t have the courtesy to bury. Yeah, not what I’d call a pretty image.

I quickly back away and end up bumping into Baldy. He laughs at my horror and I turn around to face him. “You’re going to be a good girl and do as I say though so you don’t end up with those girls right?” I nod quickly and he laughs evilly. “Good. Come on. I need to go eat my dinner.” He grips my wrist and yanks me back inside the building and through the halls to my room. He shoves me through the doorway. “Someone will bring you something that you can eat. When I’m done I’ll be back and we can have a little fun.” I wince at his disgusting words and he laughs as he slams the door shut behind him.

I walk over to a corner of the room and sink down to the floor. I pull my knees up to my chest and wrap my arms around them. I start crying immediately and try to muffle the sound by burying my face in betweens my knees. How did I end up here? I was a star track athlete and had perfect grades. I’m supposed to graduate next year and go to semi-formal in two days. I’m not supposed to be locked up in a room waiting for a sicko to come back and rape me, or whatever else he has planned.

My thoughts drift to my parents back home. I start crying harder at how much pain they must be in. Their only daughter has been missing for a day and they have no idea where I am. They have already lost one child when my five-year-old brother got drowned in a river when he was playing there with some friends last year. I don’t know how much more loss my mom’s heart can take.

What would I say to my parents if I got to say goodbye? I love you? In my head, I start thinking of the letter I would right to them right now if I could.

Mom and Dad,

I’m so sorry that I didn’t listen to you that night. I never should have gone running all alone. I thought you guys were just being mean and didn’t want me to go out but now I know that you just care about me.

If I could go back and change my choice, I never would have snuck out of the house just to go on my nightly jog. Now, because of my choice I may never get to see you again.

You guys are the most important people in the whole world. Every morning when I woke up I’d look forward to walking downstairs and see Dad sitting at the table reading the paper and Mom dancing to the radio while flipping pancakes. Some teenagers say that their parents are stupid and ruin everything, but now I know that you guys are my best friends. I’m sorry that I’m putting you through this and I never wanted to hurt you.

Love, Bella ?

I know that there’s no way that I can put these few words on paper and send it to my parents but it’s good to think that I can.

I wipe away my tears and try to be strong. I’m going to survive. I have to. I’m going to help these other girls and they are going to survive. I’m going to tell Mom and Dad that I love them. I’m going to do all these things even if it is the last thing I do.

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