Save Me (Taken Series Book 1)

by Cannavina, Whitney

  My heart is racing and I’m scared that this guy is going to hurt me worse so I try with all my might to fight off the dizziness and fight him as best I can but he’s so much stronger than me that I don’t get very far.

  “Beautiful. No need to fight me. Relax. I won’t hurt you but you need to stop struggling.” I know that voice. I hate that voice and I start to tremble in fear as Mr. Morris whispers this into my ear while his breathing is labored.

  “Let me go. Let me go you son of a bitch. I hate you. I want to go home.” I sob out my plea for him to let me go but I know it’s of no use. He isn’t going to let me go ever.

  “Oh no beautiful. You’re mine now. What I will do is let you up though. Of course I need to tie you up before that happens so that you don’t try to hurt me again.” He kisses the side of my head like Forrest does to me sometimes and I want to vomit. I’m still crying as he ties my hands together behind my back with zip ties and then slides down my body slowly tying my ankles the same way. I can’t move and I know it’s of no use to scream with the loud booming on the other side of the door. Nobody will be able to hear me but I know that’s the way to my freedom.

  “Ok beautiful. Time to take you back to your room.” He hefts me up by my arms so I’m standing and then bends down to pick me up like a baby. I don’t dare look at him because I’m scared of what I might see. I know he will look like himself but what I might find behind those eyes is what I fear most. Will he look like a man ready to kill or have a lust filled gaze of a rapist? I don’t know and I don’t want to know so I keep my eyes cast down as the tears fall like a waterfall down my cheeks and onto my chest soaking my shirt.

  “Oh beautiful. Don’t cry. I’ll take good care of you don’t you worry.” Mr. Morris kisses my cheek before licking my tears from my face. I try to pull away as I whimper not wanting him to ever touch me again but he just chuckles at me. “It’s ok. I know you’re scared but I’d never hurt you. I’ve waited so long to have you and now I do. Did you know that I love you? I think I’ve loved you since the first moment I laid eyes on you. You’re so beautiful and have such a big heart. How could anyone not love you?”

  “I hate you. You’re a sick bastard.” I whisper. I don’t care if he hurts me because of what I said because I need him to know how I feel.

  “You wound me. I know that you don’t feel that way. I’ve seen how you look at me with those lust filled eyes. I always catch you looking my way and how you always tease me by bending over in front of me so I can see your ass. Or when you stretch and do those high kicks at your cheerleading practice. I think you love to tease. I also noticed how you never have a boyfriend and you turn down anyone that asks. I know it’s because you were waiting for me.”

  “You’re delusional. I could never want you because I’m in love with someone else. That’s why I never date. Not that guys want to date me anyways but none of them are who I want. Especially you.” My tone leaves no room for argument as I decide to look him straight in the eye so he knows I mean what I said.

  “Well. I think you’ll have a change of heart soon enough.” We are now in the same room I woke up in as Mr. Morris plops me down on the mattress and joins me. I can’t move very far because the mattress is small and the wall stops me from scooting further away.

  “Mr. Morris…”

  “Please. Call me Jeremy. I am no longer your teacher but now your man.”

  “Mr. Morris…You are not my man nor will you ever be. I want to go home. You won’t get away with this. Someone will figure out where you’re hiding me and when they do you’ll be sorry. You will never have my heart. Please just let me go. This isn’t right and you know it.”

  “Hmm. Well it is possible that someone would assume it was me who took you but I can guarantee nobody will ever find you. Only I can get in here. I have the key and code and nobody else does. I only came here right now to check on you and see how you’re doing and see if you need anything. I can see you don’t so I’ll be off now. Think about me and how amazing it would be if we were together. Don’t move when I cut your ties or I will have to knock you out and I don’t want to do that.” I nod my head knowing that I won’t be able to escape today. “Good. Goodbye my love. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Mr. Morris kisses my forehead before rising and leaving.

  After he leaves me by locking the door to my freedom I start to sob. I scream and cry and kick the door and bang on it some more hating life and cursing Mr. Morris for kidnapping me. I want out of here so bad and I know I need to try to plan my escape for the next time he comes back.

  Day 2 of my abduction.

  I have yet to eat the granola bars or drink the water that were left for me the day before and I am starving and thirsty. I know I should eat but I can’t. If he drugged the food and water then who knows what will happen when I’m passed out. What if he rapes me or someone else rapes me? What if he’s waiting for me to pass out so he can move me again and then I lose my chance at escaping? I need to escape. I need to find a way to take him down long enough to get out.

  I spend most of the day looking through my entire cell for a piece of broken cement or something sharp that I can stab Mr. Morris with so I can escape only to come up empty. Not a single inch of my cell was overlooked and nothing that I can find to help me. I’m not strong enough to beat him up but maybe I can jump on his back and choke him out? Maybe I can immobile him long enough to find something on him that I can use against him? I need to do this. As I wait patiently for the time to come for me to execute my master plan I worry about if it will work or if he will be ready for it this time around. Oh well. I need to do this in case it does work. I hear the quiet footsteps coming to the door before the key is inserted into the lock and turned. I stand up and flush against the wall like I did yesterday and wait for Mr. Morris to come in. He slowly opens the door and steps in cautiously.

  It’s now or never so I grab hold of the door and pull it towards me some more causing him to let go and then slam it as hard as I can against him hoping to knock him out. It doesn’t but he does fall to the floor so I grab the door again and continue to slam the door against him a few more times before flinging it back open and running out into the hall again. I didn’t take the time to look and see how much damage I did. I just wanted out. This time I didn’t hear any noises from the other side of the door but that didn’t stop me as I ran as fast as I could to my freedom. I was so close I could feel it. Almost there. I’m breathing hard, my pulse is racing and I’m crying because I believe I’m about to be free. Just as I get to the door and start to turn the knob I’m slammed hard against the door knocking the air out of me before Mr. Morris grabs me by my hair and yanking back hard before slamming my face into the door again. I think he broke my nose as I cry out in pain and at hearing the crunch of bone breaking. My nose starts to bleed profusely and so much so that I am having a hard time breathing without choking. I’m dizzy from the force of my head hitting the door before I’m flung back by my hair and dragged back to the room.

  By the time we make it back to the room my shirt is soaked in my blood and I’m sobbing uncontrollably because I hurt so much and I was so close to being free. I wanted out so bad. I thought I had it this time. I thought I was going to make it out. Escape. Freedom. I was so close. My hand was on the door knob I just needed to turn it and open it and then I’d be free.

  “You’re not fucking going anywhere. You got that? You fucking belong to me. Your mine.” With my hair still in his grip he dragged me to the middle of the room and shoved me onto my stomach and tied my hands behind my back. I struggled to get free but instantly stop my struggles when I feel the burn and instant sharp pain when my shoulder pops out of place. I cry out and try to tell him to stop because it hurts when he pulls my arms back further to tighten the zip ties against my wrists.

  “Please. Please stop. It hurts. My shoulder. It hurts!”

  “Stop struggling. I’ll fix it but stop moving.” He growls at me. I lay there as motionless as possible hoping he
means he will take me to the hospital to fix it but knowing that won’t be the case. He hurriedly ties my ankles together before coming back to my shoulder that popped out of place. It hurts and is tender to the touch and when I feel his hands on my shoulder I tense and curse followed by another sob because the pains is so intense. “Hush beautiful. This is going to hurt badly but I’m going to pop it back in place. Ok?”

  “NO! Don’t. Just take me to a hospital. They’ll fix it.”

  “Sorry beautiful but that’s not going to happen. Besides, I’ve done this before.” As he readies himself to force my shoulder back in place, he moves me around until he has me in the upright position and then pulls. It burns and hurts more than any pain I’ve ever felt. Between my broken noses, this is a close second. But even after he pops my shoulder into place the pain doesn’t go away just lessens. It turns into a deep throb and burn and I feel as if my arm is filled with lead it’s so heavy. I can’t move but I don’t want to right now. Mr. Morris says something to me about getting towels and water to clean me up but I only half listen.

  When Mr. Morris returns, he has a small bucket of water and several rags with him. He takes a seat next to me and dips the rag into the water and starts cleaning me of the blood that flowed from my nose. He takes off his shirt before ripping my blood soaked top from me and replacing it with his.

  “Much better. I think you look amazing in my shirt. So sexy.” I don’t say anything. I don’t even look at him. I just want him to leave me alone now. It’s disgusting that he looks at me with desire. “Now. Back to what happened. Why would you do that? That was very mean. You hurt me and then you made me hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you but you can’t go trying to escape and expect not to have consequences. Now your shoulder is going to be sore and so is your nose.” He grabs my chin and forcefully turns me to face him so he can look at my nose. He traces my cheek with his finger causing me to try and pull away. His look turns from desire to fury at my refusal. I close my eyes to ward of the bile that is trying to make its way up my throat and when I do Mr. Miller takes that moment and straightens my nose making me scream out in pain and jerk back. I must have jerked back harder than he thought I would because I slammed my head into the ground and passed out. When I woke he was gone and the room was clean of any evidence of what happened. My head hurt and when I went to touch it there was a bump on the back that was tender to the touch.

  Day 3 of my abduction.

  I waited all day again without seeing or hearing anybody walking the halls. I spent the whole day screaming and hitting the door hoping someone would hear me knowing that there would be none. While I did this I also planned. I planned to escape. Again. But this time I hoped it would work. I may be in pain but I’d be willing to push through that pain if it means my escape. I have been hitting the door with my good arm while I let my other arm rest for when I need it to escape. When I finally hear the footsteps of Mr. Morris coming I wait by the door but where I know he will see me once he opens it. I will try to make him think that I won’t try anything. Hopefully that will make him drop his guard. I hear the lock turn and the door slowly open. When he sees me he smiles showing his beautiful straight teeth.

  “Oh good. You’re not going to try and attack me again.” I notice for the first time that his lip is cut and he has a bruise on the side of his face. Good for me. I didn’t think I did much damage and that’s not much but I’m still happy that it’s something.

  “Yeah. Kind of hard to plan an escape with a limp arm.” I shrug and give a small smile. Hopefully that will make him think that I’m not going to do anything.

  “Well I’m glad you had a change of heart. I knew you would change your mind eventually.” I step back some to give him room to come in and just before he closes the door I grab his arm and pull him to me making him think I want him close which causes him to give me an even bigger smile. I try not to show my disgust and the trembling of my hands as I shove him against the wall. His eyes bulge and he stiffens as if he thought I was going to hurt him before relaxing and staring down at me with lust filled eyes. Just what I wanted. I start to kiss along his jaw and watch as his eyes close before I ram my knee into his groin causing him to curse and bend over grabbing himself trying to catch his breath as he breathes through the pain. I take that moment to slam my hands in between his shoulder blades so he falls to the floor and take off through the open door but he was faster. His hands shoots out grabbing hold of my ankle making me fall face first to the ground. I try to stop myself from actually hitting my face on the concrete using both arms and ultimately hurting my shoulder. The sharp pain that zings through my arm and shoulder causes me to cry out but I try with all my might to ignore it as I try and drag myself away from Mr. Morris. I kick with my leg that’s not being held but he must have known I’d do that and grabbed ahold of that foot pulling me into the room again and slamming the door closed. I run to the door as soon as he lets me go shoving him out of the way and pounding on it as I scream and cry.

  “Let me out. Please. Somebody! Let me out. Help!” I cry and bang my fists before turning and sliding down onto my butt as I lean against the door sobbing. “Please. Just let me go.” I plead with Mr. Morris not even looking up to him before I bow my head again and continue to cry.

  “From now on you will stay on your bed until I am inside and you will be tied up until just before I leave. If this happens again, I will tie you up the entire time you’re in here. You got me?” I knew. That was my last chance at escaping and I didn’t even make it into the hall. I fucked up. I didn’t wait until I knew he was knocked out. I should have done more until he was near death before escaping.

  I’ll never see my family again. I’ll never hear my mom’s laugh or listen to her tales of when she was my age. I’ll never hear my father curse the TV when watching his sports or telling me how proud he is of me making it into really great universities. Or how Damon tells me every day to not even think of dating his friends and asking me if my girlfriends are single. And especially how Forrest calls me his baby girl and kisses the side of my head or listens to my problems and comforts me when I need it. I will never get to tell him how much I love him and how amazing he is. I’ll never get to tell any of them just how much I love them and how special they are to me. I cry for the loss of my family, my best friend, my future, and my love.

  “Ok.” I say meekly. There is no point in arguing or fighting him because I know he will tie me up and I don’t want to be completely helpless.

  “Oh beautiful, beautiful Sierra. I know this is hard for you but you have me. I promise it will get easier. Just know that I love you and I will protect you.” Of course. Because that’s just what I want is a crazy obsessive teacher as my protector.

  “Ok.” What else can I say? There is no way he’s going to let me go so I might as well just agree and hope that somebody finds me and soon or I might just go crazy.

  “Good. I came bringing gifts today. I brought you a warm meal. Now if you continue to behave I will continue to bring you a warm meal every night for dinner. Can you do that?” I nod not caring what he’s saying but knowing he wants my compliance.

  “Great.” He ties me up like before and moves me to my bed before leaving and grabbing the warm food he talked about that was waiting outside my cell. He brings it in and its soup. Leaving it in the middle of the room in the plastic cup with no spoon he kisses my forehead before cutting the ties on my wrists and ankles and leaves without a word.

  I know I probably shouldn’t but I’m starving now and I need something in my stomach. I get up from my bed and grab the cup of soup. It’s my favorite soup. He must have watched me a lot to know that vegetable and chicken soup is my favorite. I eat it probably four times a week at least. I wonder what else he noticed. I wonder how long he watched me for. Did he watch me since the very first moment he saw me or did I give him a reason to believe that I looked at him as more than a teacher? Or was it because I never looked at him like the other girls do? The next time I se
e him I will get answers to these questions. I will find out why me and what his plans are for me.

  Chapter 4

  Forrest

  5:00 P.M. Sierra’s party, October 23.

  “The house looks great. Now we just need the guest of honor to hurry up and get home.” Damon and his mom have been decorating and getting the house prepared for Sierra’s 18th birthday party. There are black and green balloons everywhere with streamers and glitter all over. The food is more like finger foods. There are chips, salsa, a vegetable and fruit tray, hot wings, nuts, and a bunch of other snacks and plenty of drinks. No alcohol because she’s not turning 21 but plenty of soda and punch. People have already started showing up. Mostly a few of her girlfriends from around school and their boyfriends. Soon Sierra will be here after cheerleading practice and I’ll be that much closer to confessing my feelings.

  I’m nervous as hell. I’ve never told anyone I loved them. Not Damon, his parents, or even my mother for that matter and now I’m going to tell one of my best friends I’m in love with her. Just thinking about saying I love you aloud makes me start to sweat and my heart race. I feel like the walls are closing in on me and I can’t breathe. Surprisingly though, just thinking of me saying it to Sierra makes me feel calm. I know she’d understand my feelings because she feels them too. At least I think she does based on some of her entries that I read in her diary. That’s what makes it easier. I’m not professing my love to the only woman I’ve ever truly cared about without knowing she feels just as strongly. Had I not known that she loved me like I do her I might not have the courage to go through with this? I know I don’t usually care what other people think, but when it comes to Sierra, what she thinks and feels about me is important. That’s why I wrote down my feelings for her. I didn’t want to fuck up what I said so I spent a lot of time and went through a lot of paper writing down exactly how I feel so she understands the depths of my love for her. I planned to give it to her in private. I planned to leave it on her bed so that when everyone was gone and she is going to sleep she’ll see it and read it.