Coming Back Home

I am coming back home...


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Where do I begin? Well it all started two or three years ago...

I was walking home from school, more like speed walking instead of walking. I was freaked because one of my friends at school told me that there is a child molester walking around our town. While I was walking down the street, a man drove slowly past me. Probably in his late twenties early thirties. And guess what, that man was the child molester. I didn't know until after he kept asking me to go into his car. Of course I was like 'Hell no!', but then he started fallowing me home. I started speeding up, running, then sprinting, he was chasing me! Right then I was ashamed of wearing my blue short shorts and tank tops that pretty much showed of my boobs. The only reason I wore this was because all my friends were wearing them and dared me to wear them too. Ha! I'm only in 7th grade, and I pretty much look like a prostitute.

I ran into my house and locked the door. My parents were out for work, so I was stuck home. I looked out the window to see if he was still there. I didn't see him at first, but once I was about to pull away, he popped up and broke the window. His hand grabbed my throat, choking me. I dug my nails into his arm and he screamed. He loosened his grip on my throat, just enough for my to pull back. I ran up stairs, into the bathroom. There was a small cabinet under the sink, small enough for me to fit. Thank god I am small. I climb in and shut the doors. I hear the man run up the stairs. He walks in and I hear him come right up to the cabinet. I put my hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming. I could feel my self tremble, I felt the hot tears run down my cheeks. Suddenly I hear the man walk away and into the other room.

I then remembered that my phone was in my bra. My phone was kinda to big to fit in my pocket, I had to put it somewhere. I take it out and dial 911.

"This is 911 whats your emergency?" A man answered.

"Hello? This is Lisa Greens, I live in Iowa, Marshalltown E Olive street my house number is 3452. There is a man in my house. He fallowed me home and kept asking me to go into his car. I said no and he fallowed me. He tried to choke me, right now, I am in a cabinet and the man is looking around m-" All of a sudden, the man opened the door and pulled me out. I screamed, and he slapped his filthy hands over my mouth.

"You are coming with me." He said. He carried me down the stairs out towards his car. I struggled, but he wouldn't let go. I bit his hand and he still wouldn't let go. He through me into the back seat, and shut the door. I tried opening the door, but it wouldn't open."Don't bother trying to open those back doors. They only open from the outside." He said, with a smirk on his face. I spit at him, and he turned around and slapped me in the face.

"Don't do that again." He said. His hand slid down to m breast and started to rub them. I slapped his hand and back up into the seat. His hand slid down to my legs and started rubbing up and down. I was about to slap him in his face, but he started up the car and drove out of town. He quickly stopped in front of this farm with no house insight. I saw him take out this chain, and he climbed in the back seat with me. He started to climb on top of me. I tried to push him off, but he took my hand and chained them to door.

"You can't move now, you can't push me off can you?" He said, while smiling. He started rubbing my legs. I tried kicking him, but I couldn't move my legs. He unbuttoned my shorts, and slowly pulled them off. I was so ashamed of my self this morning for wearing a thong, now how do you think I felt about the thong? He smiled when he saw what I was wearing, and started to take of my shirt. God, I totally hated Victoria's Secret then. Right then I noticed how fucking big my boobs where. Oh shit, I knew I shouldn't have worn that outfit.

He slowly took my bra off. He started...You know what, I don't want to talk about this anymore. Lets just say he did stuff, and he quickly drove out of state. He took me to Florida, and I stayed with him for about three years. I tried to escape, but I always failed. But one day when he left for work, I found a gun and I hid it under the bed. That night, when we went to bed after he fell asleep, I shot him in the head. I called the police tolled them who I really was, they took me back to my real home. They gave me all his money, which was a lot, and I got to go home. I am fifteen now, now here is where the happy part of the story comes to play...




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