Revenge

 I quickly answer the phone and hear him yelling."WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!?""I'm at work. I'll be home at 4."He didn't even reply, just hung up the phone on me. After my shift ended, I began my walk home. Walking as slow as possible because as soon as I enter that door to hell, I'll be in pain.I didn't even turn the door knob all the way before my body was dragged inside and flung across the room. My back hit hard against the kitchen table. I didn't get a chance to stand up as his foot came down, kicking me in the stomach. I tried my hardest to hold me tears in, but failed miserably. Everything hurts. I don't even know what I did to cause him to hate me so much. "WHY DID YOU LEAVE WITHOUT MAKING ME BREAKFAST!"I wish for once he would talk to me like a normal human instead of yelling. "I was up late cleaning and had to leave early for wo..*PUNCH*When I opened my eyes, I noticed

When we arrive to the diner, I notice the closed sign on the door. Chase knocks on it, and Jane comes to let us in. She engulfs me with a huge hug as soon as we enter the place. I flinch a little since my body is covered in bruises. She notices my reaction, lets me go immediately and apologizes. "No need to apologize, it's not your fault. Also, Jane, why is the diner closed?""I want to talk with you; and that's more important at the moment than the diner." That had me feeling warm inside, knowing that this woman cared for me, just like my mother use to. For her to close down her business for a day, miss out on money, for me?! "Amy, I want to ask you something and I want you to be completely honest with me."I let out a sigh and say, "okay""Do you want to live with me?"I was totally not expecting that as her question. Do I want to live with her? Why would she want me, a stranger in her house?"Why?" I ask her

Chase's POVWhat the hell happened and why does my head hurt so much? Opening my eyes, I look around my surroundings. I'm in the woods, but where is Amy? SHIT! It all comes back to me. That bastard must have seen and followed us here. I was on the phone with Jane when something heavy knocked me in the head.He must have taken Amy. I call Jane and ask her if she knows where her dead beat father lives. "Chase, you sound worried! What happened? Where are you!?""I'll explain later, right now I need the address of where Amy's father lives."I hear her ruffle through papers before she reads it to me. "Thanks, bye!" I quickly hang up and run towards town. I find the house and quietly walk up the front door. Lucky for me, it's unlocked as I slowly turn the door knob. The sound of a television tunes out my footsteps as I make my way to the first room I see; the kitchen. I find what I'm look

The room I've been sleeping in must have been Victoria's.  The whole theme of this bedroom was sunflowers which gave me the clue. I had to wait four days until my next day off of work. I waited until Jane left, then headed out to the backyard. I quickly went into the garden shed and grabbed the first shovel I could find. Jane had a big garden of flowers and a cute wooden bench in the middle of it. Though most of the flowers have died due to it being cold in November. The ground was also hard, which made digging a bit more difficult. I was digging up the area where she had sunflowers at. My heart was racing as I dug deeper and deeper. I know I should be pacing myself due to my lungs and ribs finally healing, but I was to anxious. I started getting dizzy and was about to call it a quits until I hit something hard. Bingo. There was what looked like a handmade wooden box. It wasn't too big, but it as heavy. I couldn't pull it out of the ground, so i just opened it wher

Amy's POVI never in my life thought that I could be this happy. The only thing that could make it better, would to have my mom still here. Words can't explain how much I miss her, but it's nice to talk with her in my dreams. As for friends, Elizabeth and I became extremely close, I'm lucky enough to call her my best friend. Chase and her husband, Frank are also pretty close. Whenever we visit each other, her kids call Chase and I aunt and uncle. I absoutlely love them with my whole heart. Elizabeth and I tell each other EVERYTHING! It's comforting to her someone that I can freely talk to, besides Chase of course. I even told her about what my father did to me and the roles that Chase and her mother played in his death. She held me and we both cried for hours telling each other the good and bad parts of our past. As for work, I officially became a first grade teacher! I graduated top of my class and received my Bachelor's degree in early childhood ed