Rescued

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

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4. Safe at Last

* Allison's POV

     I ran, well, limped as fast as I could, to the sound of people. I burst out of the woods to find myself at a park. I collapsed to my knees crying. People started to come over. I saw a few people pull out their phones. They probably recognized me. I assumed it was all over the news. A large man came up to me and I shrank backwards. He kind of looked like Mike.

     "It's okay," he said extending his hand,"I won't hurt you. Are you Allison Meyers?"

     I tentativley put my hand out, before grasping his. I nodded so he knew I was Alli.

     "My name is George. Is someone calling 911?" he shouted to no one in particular. A couple of people nodded or said yea. My heart rate slowed down. I took a deep breath. I was going to be okay.

     George led me over to a bench and sat me down. He held my hand while we waited for the police. I heard sirens in the distance and I glanced up. There were two ambulences, a bunch of police cars, and a fire truck.

     A police officer hopped out of a car and ran over to me. He pulled me into a massive hug, careful not to hurt me though. He finally pulled away and sat next to me.

     "My name is Fred Kernwall. Im so gald to see you. I've been leading the investigation to finf you. Follow me, we'll fix you up."

     I nodded and let him lead me to an ambulence. I sat on the back while they treated my cuts and bruises first, then they looked at my wrist and ankle. I had to have a cast on my wrist, purple of course, and a boot for my ankle. I was handed a pair of crutches too.

     Fred led me back to the park bench to question me. He gave me a hamburger and some fries. I devoured them like nobodies buisness.

     "So tell me what happened from when Mike took you from your house," Fred said.

     "He took me to a car a few streets down. He tried to get on a plane with me, but that didn't work, so he took me here. There's a little shack down that path over there," I said pointing.

     Fred quickly said something into his walkie-talkie. I looked at him waiting for him to finish.

     "We just sent a squad to go look for Mike. You can continue."

     "He handcuffed me to the bed. I was never out of the handcuffs. Mike was always gone during the day. I basically slept while I was there except for about an hour each night. That was when he would rape me. He was always drunk, always. I only got about two meals a day. Last night, he was really, really drunk. More than usual. He passed out while raping me. I got the key from around his neck and unlcoked myself. That's how I got away. Here," I handed him the knapsack,"This has three debit cars and about 4 grand. I stole it from Mike."

     Fred took it and nodded. He thanked me and told me I was a lot of help. I sighed in relief. I was safe at last.

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