Alli had been stolen, yet again, by Mike (her father). She was taken away from the only person she'd ever loved. Liam. What will him, and the other guys, do to get her back? How much are they willing to risk to save her? Sequel to Stolen


3. Escape

* Allison's POV

    I was right. Mike was about 5x more angry and the beatings got worse. Punching, kicking, rape. He also uses a hammer now. If I don't cooperate, he smashs my fingers or my toes. He is strong enough to snap my bones in half. I'm not a doctor, but I'm pretty sure my ankle and wrist are already broken.

     I'm kept in an abandoned shack in the woods. It has one room, one bed, a small table, two chairs, and a little stove. One of my hands is handcuffed to the a post 24/7. Food is only given to me twice a day, but I can barely eat it. I'm 95% sure Mike gets the food from a dumpster somewere.

     I know I've only been away for about two weeks, but it's felt like a lifetime. Mike tried to get on a plane with me as soon as we left the guys house, but the cops had already gotten a sketch of Mike around and they recognised us. Thank god they did or we would probably be in Mexico right now.

     The lock scraped open, and Mike stumbled into the room. He reeked of beer. I shrank back into the corner of the bed, expecting the worse. He came over and started to unbutton my shirt. I silently cried, knowing what was about to happen. He pulled my shorts, bra, and underwear off. Then he pulled all of his colthes off. I screamed in pain, but he just punched me in the gut.

     He must of drunken a lot because after fifteen minutes he passed out on top of me. I looked around frantically, this was my chance to get away. I ripped the chain from around his neck off. It had the key on it. Hands trembling, I unlocked the lock. I slid out from under him and pulled on my clothes.

     I quietly locked his hands around the bed posts because when he woke up, Mike would be furious, but he would also be trapped. I grabbed his wallet and took out a debit card and $500 cash. He must have been gambling tonight.

     I also grabbed his cell-phone and his keys so I could call the police and even if he did get out, he couldn't go very far without a car. On the table was a little knapsack and I threw the phone, keys, and money/debit card inside along with a few apples and a botle of water.

     I limped over to the corner behind the bed and pried open the vent. I had seen Mike do this a million times, but I never saw what was in the vent. Jack pot! There was about 4 grand wrapped around two more debit cards. I threw the little bundle of money in the knapsack and limped out the door, locking it from the outside.

     Walking on my foot was painful. I picked up a short, thick stick and ripped off a piece of my shirt. Tieing the piece of fabric around my ankle attaching the stick to make a sort of splint. Then, I found a tall, sturdy stick to support myself with.

     There was only one path leading through the woods so that was my best bet. It had to of been a couple of hours I was walking, because the sky started to get pink around the edges and I heard birds chirping. It was morning. I kept on walking through the woods as it got lighter and lighter out. Soon, the sky was a bright, cloudless blue.

     I stopped abrubtly and tears poured down my face. I smiled my first smile in two weeks, because I had heard the most glorious sound I could right now. People talking.




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