He told me why those video’s are so important to him. It’s just sick, delusional thoughts about how Taylor was staring at him, Taylor was making those faces for him, how Taylor was telling him how much he wanted him. The thought made me sick. I know what horrible things he’s capable of, what horrible things he has done for to me for years and I know what he wants to do to Taylor.
I let out a sigh and tried to stop thinking for once. I just didn’t want to think about this whole thing. My mother crossed my mind and I wanted to cry. She had tried so hard to protect me from my father for years, ever since she found out what he had been doing to me she just got me and my sister out of there.
But he found me, he used to tell me he would find me if I ever left him and even though my mother was so careful and so protective I always knew he would, he had. I thought about how mother was doing, if she was still looking for me, if she had even the slightest clue where I was.
I laid down on the tattered bed and closed my eyes as Mmmbop started blasting threw the door, “Yeah Taylor, sing with those beautiful lips of yours,” the man that I have learned to hate said.
I brought my knees to my chest and covered my ears not wanting to hear him do what I knew he was doing. I felt the vile billed up in my throat and I had to concentrate on swallowing the feeling back down or i would have puked everywhere.
I needed to warn someone about my father. I had to let them know what he was gonna do if he ever got to Taylor. I heard him talking to someone on the phone the other night and it was pretty obvious that this was not just gonna be a fascination from a far. He knows that Hanson is gonna be in New York next month and he plans to be there.
If know is warned about him they will have no idea what he is capable of, what he wants to do to Taylor. I don’t want anyone, anyone to have to go through what I am going through right now.
If MmmBop is on then I know the video still has at least another half an hour and I might have time to try something. There is a phone that he keeps in the basement. If I could just get down there and call someone for help and get back up here before the video is over, he’ll never know.
I sat up and just thought about it for a moment. If I get caught, he’s gonna kill me. I mean he is really, really gonna kill me. But then again, what do I have to lose. I’m gonna be held captive here forever and he is gonna try to hurt Taylor if I do nothing about it.
I took the deepest breath of my life and tried to relax my already pounding heart. I gpt up from my position very slowly and walked as quietly as I could to the stairs. The stairs were squeaky so I had to be as quiet as humanly possible and then once I was on the main floor I would be ok. Every step I took, I took it slowly making sure not to make any sound.
Finally my foot fell on the hard floor and I knew that I had to this quick. I took off towards the basement. I opened the door and flew down the wooden stairs. I reached the bottom and pulled the light to turn it on.
There was the phone in the corner. I was here. I was gonna help not only myself, but Taylor too. Thank god! I ran to it and picked it up. I heard the dial tone and I almost cried right there. The only thought at that moment was to call 911. I dialed the numbers slowly making sure not to press to fast and dial the wrong number. It never occurred to me that if he found out that he was gonna break me in half and at that moment I probably wouldn’t have cared.
I was just about to hit the last number when I felt something pull me away from the phone and throw me backwards. It wasa my father I knew it. I didn’t have to hear his voice or see his face to know that he some how figured out that I was gone. “YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!!” he screamed coming at me.
My only line of defense was to curl up like a defenseless animal as he pounced on me. I had tried to help, I had tried and now I realize there is no way out but to die.