Napped

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© 2012, 2014 by Ashley Zukauski. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 02/20/2014

ISBN: 978-1-4772-8548-0 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4772-8547-3 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4772-8546-6 (e)

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Editor: Melissa Gatza

Illustrator: Amber Zukauski

Contents

Thank you

March 2005

June 2005

July 2005

August 2005

August 26, 2008

September 2008 (Until Death Do Us Part)

Thank you

I had an amazing journey writing this book. I have so many people to thank. For one, my high school in Burlington, Illinois. You guys are amazing—between my friends and teachers to believe in me. I want to thank my twin sister, Amber Zukauski, for creating my book cover. She is amazing with her graphic designing. Thank you, Heidi, for helping in the beginning of my book for editing. Thank you, Melissa Gatza, for helping with the rest of my book of editing. I would’ve never finished my book without you two. That was the last of my book that needed to be completed. I especially want to thank my family. I love you guys so much. My grandmothers have taught me to not give up on my dreams and to enjoy life as it comes.

March 2005

I wake-up, my eyes blinking a few times trying to adjust to the darkness of the small room. It smells in here and I’m not sure what the odor is, as it makes my nose crinkle. It’s something distinguished, but I’m unsure if I want to figure out what it is. My head throbs and my thick, sandy-blonde hair hangs down in a tangled mess over my face. I attempt to push my hair back, but my wrists are bound to the armrests of a cold metal chair. I can’t see much except but the little bit of light that reveals a tall figure walking into the room.

Let me go! Where am I? I want to scream but instead the quiet rasp of my voice takes me by surprise.

You’re home, Love. His voice is soft, not what I was expecting from an abductor. He looks to be in his late teens, twenty at the oldest. He is of average build, dark chocolate brown hair, nothing remarkable, but then again, I can’t see too well in the low light.

Who are you? I demand my voice a bit louder this time. I can feel the anger running through my veins.

Who am I? He asks and steps closer. How could you forget me, Love? His hands rest on my arms, his tone takes on one of concern. I’m your boyfriend, Kyle. Recognition hits me hard, yep, it’s Kyle, but he isn’t my boyfriend.

The ropes burn in—to my wrists as I struggle against them. I don’t have a boyfriend, let me go!

Like the flick of a switch, his entire character changes. Listen Love, you need to calm down. Kyle brings his face level with mine to look me straight in the eyes. We met on the internet; I’m Kyle, your online boyfriend.

I return his stern look with one of hate. I know who you are but I told you we were through! You’re not my boyfriend, now let me go!

I can’t do that. I can’t do that, Love. I just can’t bear not being with you. I had to see you and now I know I have to keep you. Kyle’s words are terrifying all on their own, he rambles and repeats himself, telling me again and again how he can’t stand to be away from me and now that he has me, he’ll never let me go. Stop squirming, you’re going to hurt yourself, Love. I love you Jamie, now we’ll always be together.

Love me? I shouted at him. You don’t love me—you cheated on me! I pulled harder against my restraints. I hate you! I want to go home! I screech and spit at his face.

Unphased, he wipes my saliva from his face and makes his way towards the door. Before walking out he turns and looks at me over his shoulder. This is your home now. I’ll be back with dinner for you in a few hours.

In pure frustration, I scream when he leaves. It’s frustrating being here. It’s frustrating, meeting the guy I once thought I was in love with like this for the first time. It’s frustrating not knowing how I was brought into this situation in the first place. I’m so frustrated that I can’t even think of another word besides frustrated!

What I do remember is that it is a Friday, in March. I remember walking out of the school building and heading towards my car. When I approached the side of the car, the back door popped out, someone came out struck me on the head and I felt my head smack the ground, blacking out.

I’m not entirely sure how long I was unconscious, could be hours or days. My guess is I’m somewhere in Northern California but not sure why Kyle would bring me here. Kyle better have not taken too far away from home.

Home, I wish I were home right now. The smell of Mom baking cookies, my big brother Chris teaching me right from wrong, as much as he annoyed me, and my father always working with the community and goes to church. I wonder if they have even noticed that I’m gone.

Closing my eyes, I try making some sense out of my current predicament. Kyle and I met online years ago. We dated online for nearly four years, up until a month ago when I found out he was cheating on me with another girl. Of course I received emails from him filled with apologies, promises of making it up to me if only I would give him another chance. The damage was done though, I never responded to his emails.

By the time Kyle came back into the room, I was bawling my eyes out, just being frustrated by how I am restrained from leaving. He’s offering a bowl to me. Are you hungry, Love? I nod my head, which pleases Kyle. He smiles warmly. Good, I have some applesauce and a bottle of water for you. He wipes the tears off my cheeks and brings another chair to sit beside me. Don’t cry, Love. You’re much too pretty for all these tears.

I give no warmth back to Kyle. I can feed myself just fine if you’d untie me, I say stubbornly.

I can’t do that, Jamie, but here, I’ll spoon feed you.

"I’m almost nineteen years old—I do not want to be spoon-fed!" I complain and jerk my face as far away from the spoon as possible.

Quit it! Kyle snaps at me. Just eat your dinner, Love. Kyle fixes his tone to a calmer one and rises to the spoon to my lips again.

I’m not— Kyle sticks the spoon in my mouth before I can finish my sentences. I fight against the urge to spit it right back out at him. But with the way his moods change quickly, I decide I better not risk it.

Once I swallow, Kyle praises me, telling me I’m a good girl and brings another spoonful of applesauce to my lips.

I mutter Jerk under my breath and flick my head to the side trying to remove the hair in front of my face.

What did you say to me? Kyle asks his tone harsh, father-like.

I didn’t say anything. I rush the words out.

Kyle shakes his head a bit, and I breathe a sigh of relief as he brings to spoon back to my mouth. We have a few moments of silence as I continue to till the bowl is empty.

My demanding didn’t get me anywhere with Kyle earlier, so I take a new approach. Kyle, where am I? I ask attempting to keep calm as much as possible.

Kyle chuckles at me as he stands and puts the now vacated chair off to the side of the room. That’s stupid question, Love. You’re home now.

I do my best to tame my anger. "I know Kyle, but where is home? Are we still in Northern California?"

You’re home, Jamie, that’s all you need to know. He pulls something out of his back pocket and I can hear metal clang. Now, I’m going to put these cuffs on you so you can come to bed. Kyle holds the cuffs in front me for a moment before he busies himself by removing the rope and cuffing me.

With a sigh of resignation, I nod my head at Kyle. Do what you please.

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At least you’re alright now, Nicole said while sipping her coffee.

Yeah, I guess. I shrug my shoulders at my new-found friend.

What do you mean, Jamie? You’re not fine? She questions sincerely.

Just keep listening; you’ll understand more by the end of my story. I tell her before I continue the retelling of my abduction.

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I have no idea what to do. As much as I want to run away, I quickly decide that it isn’t the best choice at this time. Instead, I accept the fact that I’m going to follow Kyle into his bedroom. My steps falter a bit at the threshold, his hand settles on my back as he urges me into his room and to the bed. A tear rolls down my cheek as Kyle gets me tucked into his bed. Once I settle in, he turns leaving me. For a moment, I am hopeful that he’s exiting the room, but instead, he pulls his shirt over his head and drops his sweatpants.

As much as I hate him, because God knows I hate him for the situation he has me in, I can’t help the flutters I get in my stomach when I see him without his clothes on. His chest is strong, not too muscular, but still toned, he looks amazing. I try my best to tamp my butterflies down and I roll onto my side. I can’t look at him anymore tonight. Moments later, I feel the bed dip and Kyle scoot himself against me.

What’s wrong, Love? We talk about this with each other online. Kyle whispers in my ear and brought his chest flush along my back as I jump, slightly.

I let out a deep breath. What’s wrong? Rage leaves my voice in a deep tone. KYLE, I honestly do not want to be in this bed with YOU, that’s what’s wrong.

Oh, c’mon Jamie. He puts his arm around me and intertwines his fingers with mine.

No! I shout and sit up straight in the bed.

Ye-es Kyle responds with a mocking my voice as he pushes me down onto my back.

I scream out as loud as possible, and do what little I can to push Kyle away from me.

He brings a hand up and covers my mouth. Oh, calm down, Jamie. I’m not going to hurt you, just go to sleep. I glare at him but clamp my lips closed. When he’s convinced I won’t scream again, he removes his hand from my mouth but puts it around my waist again.

His arm against me feels like fire, and I want it off. I don’t want him touching me. Why had this happened? I was fourteen years old when I first started chatting with Kyle on the internet. It was innocent—I was innocent. He was a friend—a confidante. I trusted him, and I did feel like I loved him. Could this man in this bed next to me really be that Kyle? It didn’t seem plausible; yet, here I lay, next to Kyle Parker. I just want to scream and cry at the entire situation. I feel foolish for even allowing myself to get into this position. I was the one who got onto that chat site. It was my fault…

However, I knew it couldn’t all be my fault. Confusion filled my head as I wrestled with guilt and terror. At that moment, I feel so little, because, I wish my mom was the one surrounding me with her protective, loving arms and comforting me. She’d tell me that everything was alright. She would take care of me, and my dad would protect us all.

Can the cuffs please come off? Whispering politely, I turn a little to see his face with his eyes closed. They open and look back at me.

NO, go to sleep. Kyle responds calmly and kisses my forehead and closes his eyes again.

Please, I promise to stay right here. Simply waiting and having no response from him, I add in with snarky remark. When we talked about doing this, cuffs weren’t on me.

I said NO and I mean NO. You will follow my orders and do exactly what you are told. When I trust you, the cuffs will come off. Now, what did I tell what to do? Kyle sternly and directly watches me as he’s demanding me my life.

Go… to… sleep. Scared, I listen and turn back to my position.

Good Girl,

When Kyle is asleep, silent tears fall while trying to break-free from my cuffs. Some point after fighting the impossible, I fall asleep too, knowing tomorrow is another day.

As I wake up the next morning, Kyle is still asleep beside me. I gently pull the covers off of me and am happy to have not disturbed Kyle. I tip toe out of the bedroom, glancing back over my shoulder nervously every few steps, all I want is to find the phone. I’m both relieved and anxious when I locate the telephone and dial nine-one-one. I place the phone down on the tabletop after dialing, then bend at the waist to lean my face down towards it, doing this with handcuffs on isn’t easy, but I manage.

Police Department. What is your emergency? Her voice is void of all emotion and it’s the best thing I’ve ever heard. I can’t stop the tears that spring in my eyes immediately when she answers the phone.

Hi, um, I whisper and I hear a grunt from behind. I quickly whip around and there stands Kyle, scissors in one hand, the cut phone cable in the other. Without thinking I run to the doorway, desperate to make an escape. I don’t get far before my face meets the shaggy carpeting of the hard floor from Kyle pushing me down. My boobs hurt from the fall and a possible rug burn on my arms.

Jamie, what are you doing? Kyle stands over me and turns me around. I love you so much. Why would you ever want to leave me, Love?

I’m crying again as I yell back to him. You’re crazy! Totally desperate, I attempt to crawl towards the door but he pushes me back down.

Me? Kyle laughs, almost manically. You think I’m crazy? That’s so funny, Love, he says sarcastically as he grabs me by the arms and picks me up.

Let go of me! I scream, I kick, I beg, I hit, I plead.

Quit fighting me, Jamie! Mad, his fingers bite into my skin. You know you won’t win. I’m stronger than you. He squeezes my arms tighter proving his point.

I keep kicking and screaming as he puts me down on the same metal chair from yesterday. He struggles a little bit trying to hold me to the chair while pulling something out of the top dresser drawer.

This is going to help you relax, Love. I feel a sharp pinch in my thigh, and look down to see him injecting me with a needle.

Stop this! I hate you! I feel my legs go numb.

No you don’t, Jamie. You love me. I know you love me; you just don’t see it yet.

I hate you! I kept repeating those three words as Kyle removes the handcuffs and ties my wrists back down to the armrests of the chair.

Stop saying you hate me. Kyle says before tying the last knot in the rope.

I hate—

My words are cut off with a stinging slap across my face. That’s enough! Say it again, and I’ll duct tape your mouth shut.

I can feel the burn on my cheek, I’m sure there is a red handprint there. The shock of it all silences me.

"Good Girl, I’ll be back soon so