The Stolen Flowers

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
Lily Cent is taken from her home one night, and forced to live like an animal in a cage. Lily wonders whether or not she'll ever make it home alive.

Submitted: December 19, 2012

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The Stolen Flowers

I had no hope in returning. My mind was like a hamster on a wheel, continuing on and on telling me to give up. I wouldn’t cry because that would only show defeat. Staying strong was my only choice, and the only way I could do that is to remember what my mother always said, “It’s not your feelings that bring your thoughts, it’s the thoughts you think that choose your feelings, think powerful thoughts and you’ll be powerful.”

The doorbell rang. My mom was asleep from a long day at work, and I didn’t want to wake my baby sister, Sophia, so I got the door myself. I opened the door and nobody was there, I stepped out to check the porch. Just as I was turning back in, someone captured me, and put a bag over my head. As he was tugging and pulling me off I hooked something, it was the wreath that had been left up from Christmas. The pine needles poked my hand as I it to try to pull myself back into the house. I wasn’t strong enough. I felt my feet falling down each step, and then dragging on the concrete sidewalk. I tried to scream, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t say anything. I was too shocked.  I was shoved into a car and my kidnapper got in after me slammed the door. The car quickly took off and I was pulled up and my hands were tied behind my back.  I could hear my kidnappers talking saying things like, “I can’t believe we pulled this off”, and “Daisy is going to be excited to have a new roommate!” I sat there silently afraid that if I made any sounds that my life would be over.

The car ride felt like we were going through a never-ending dark hole. When the car finally came to a stop I was yanked out and dragged up stairs and shoved into a dark room. One of my kidnappers spoke into the room and said, “Daisy! I brought a surprise for you, a new roommate!” I was untied, the door was shut and locked, and I walked around the room. “Hello?” I quietly said.  “Hello?” I repeated.

“H-h-hi” I heard a voice say.

“I’m not going to hurt you, come out,” I said.

“I feel better staying back here” she said back.

“Please step into the light.”

Suddenly, she walked into the light and I saw her face. I recognized her and after a moment I figured out how.

“Daisy Louse, is that you?”

“Yes, yes it is,” Daisy said back.

“Do you remember me? Lily Cent? We were on the same dance team in 2010, before you…disappeared.”

Daisy only could shake her head. I think that she wasn’t used to people knowing who she was. I had to ask her about how she was taken. But, just as I was about to ask the door opened. “You girl!”  he said while pointing to me. “What’s your name?”

I replied and said, “My name is Lily Cent, sir.” I needed to be polite because I knew that if there would be any possibility of me getting out of there alive I had to show the kidnappers that I knew who was in charge.

My kidnapper laughed and then spoke and said “Oh yes, we got a polite one.”

I stuttered and replied,“W-who’s we?”  Suddenly, the second kidnapper appeared.

“Rebekah Sprites and Robert De Grant that’s who.” 

I recognized those names. About four years ago there was a story on the news about finding a girl after searching for 12 years. The only part I remember is that the identified kidnappers where Rebekah and Robert. I didn’t know for certain if their last names were Sprites and De Grant but it was my best guess. 

I looked up at Rebekah and realized that she was actually a young , and pretty girl. She had a small face, blue eyes, and light brown hair. She looked almost like my mother. Rebekah looked at me and said, “Lily Cent you better get comfortable. You’re going to be here and long time.” And then Rebekah and Robert walked out of the room once again shutting the door behind them.

“Daisy, can I ask you something?” I needed to know how she was taken.

“I was walking to the store. The store was only about half a mile away so my mom let me go by myself. While I was walking there I realized that there was a black car slowing down behind me. I started to run and the car sped up. I made it to the store, relieved and saw the car driving away. I walked to the back of the store to pick up the book I wanted. I bought the book and as I was walking out I ran into my friend’s mom outside. Just then the car drove by and I told Olivia’s mom how the car seemed to be following me earlier and so she asked me if I wanted a ride home. I just replied by saying that I’d be fine because it was a short walk. On the walk home the car was following me. I started to walk faster, then I ran, and then I was sprinting. I was almost at my house when he grabbed me and covered my mouth. I can’t remember if I tried to scream or not.” 

Daisy was crying and I knew that she wanted out of here just as much as I did. The only thing that I could think was right to say was “Daisy, we’re going to get out of here as fast as we can.” Daisy smiled a little and we lay down on the concrete, cold floor and I started to sing “Lean On Me,“ so Daisy would know that I would always be there for her.

The next month was the same routine every day. Rebekah would come in the morning and beat Daisy and me. Then a few hours later we’d get a glass of water, and a piece of bread. Then, for a couple hours Daisy and I would plan ways to get out. In the evening Robert would come in to beat us. But, the worst part of the whole day is when Rebekah and Robert would come in and force Daisy and I to fight each other. If we didn’t beat each other then Robert would hold a loaded gun up and remind us that he could kill us in a moment. Every night before Daisy and I went to the bed we would always apologize for hitting each other, and I would sing any Journey song I knew. We both knew that we needed to get out before we were beaten to death.

Daisy and I kept a calendar written on the concrete with chalk that we were allowed to use. We figured out that the best to leave would be July 4th because we knew that Rebekah and Robert would be out drunk that night.  So, after about 4 months of waiting, July 4th finally came along and Daisy and I got ready to leave. Rebekah came in to say that they were leaving and not to try any funny business because there were motion cameras in the house. After we heard the car leave we waited 10 minutes, then Daisy and I prayed. Next, Daisy got the key that drunken Robert had dropped a couple weeks ago. We opened the door and slowly started walking down the stairs. I had to keep telling Daisy to calm down because she was jumping around and I didn’t want to set the alarms off.

“Daisy, do you hear that?”

There was a high pitched noise and a dog was barking. I realized what the noise was. The alarms were going off.  

“Daisy run!” 

Rebekah opened the door and Daisy and I ran as fast as we could around the kitchen. We were both screaming and I could feel Rebekah and Robert getting closer. We finally got out the door and I finally realized where we were. I turned to Daisy on my right side and yelled “We’re by the dance studio!” We were in the forest by the dance studio where Daisy and I met. I knew that there was going to be a party going on so I looked and Daisy and said,“Scream as loud as you can!” We were screaming so loud and we could make out footsteps coming towards us. In the distance I saw someone. I wasn’t sure who it was but I know it could be Rebekah or Robert so I sped up as fast as I could. Daisy was right behind me and so I pointed to the person in the distance to make sure that Daisy knew where we were running. I heard someone calling Daisy’s name. Daisy realized who it was and ran even faster. I saw her hug the woman so tightly and they were both crying. I realized who it was.

I turned around and Rebekah and Robert weren’t following us anymore. So when I got to Daisy I was so relieved.

“Lily, I’d like you to meet my mom.” Daisy was so happy and I could tell. All three of us started to cry and we all just stood there hugging for about ten minutes. After, we walked back to the studio still hugging. When we got there everything got silent. Everyone was shocked. I heard things like “Daisy, Lily?” and “Is this some kind of joke?” Daisy and I both said at the same time “It’s really me.” Just then everybody started to cheer. It was such a happy time, but I knew it wouldn’t last. I knew that by later tonight I was going to have to explain to everyone what happened. I would have to tell the cops where to go, and who kidnapped me. I tried not to think about that, and I could tell that Daisy was doing the same.

After about twenty minutes of talking to everyone I heard my name being called. I turned around and immediately burst into tears. I ran to her. After these long months I finally got to see her again. The first thing I said was “Mom, I love you.”

She replied and said ,“Baby, I love you so much”

For the next hour my mom, Sophia and I sat there in each other’s arms. Mom and I were talking and I playing with Sophia. I was so happy that whenever I finally stopped crying with tears of joy I’d think about how long it had been and I’d start to cry again. Before we left the studio everyone had to talk to the cops and Daisy and I had to tell them exactly where to find Rebekah Sprites, and Robert De Grant. Just as the cops said that we could leave there was another cop car driving by and in the backseat I saw two despicable people, two such evil people that they should be behind bars for the rest of their lives.

When I got home it finally felt like I was safe, and like nothing bad was going to happen. I felt like I was really home. For the next week my mother, sister, and I were impossible to separate.  My mother took off work and we all tried to catch up and return to our normal lives. My mother continually asked me if I was angry or upset towards my kidnappers. I always replied with, “Of course I am furious and I fear looking around the corner because I don’t want my life to be taken again. I don’t know why they had to take me, but I don’t want to spend my life wasting my time hating them. I can forgive them, but I can never forgive them for taking part of my life away.”

 


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