Escape

6

And for a split second I had the power

Well, now I know my kidnaper's name... Dylan Wright.

Something was different about him.

He looked relaxed, he wasn't threatening or shouting at me. Just sitting there, leaning against the tree with closed eyes.

But I realized who I'm talking to...

He wouldn't waste a second before shooting me if I tried to run away.

I gulped and instead of asking more questions just laid back down.

Sometimes it hits me all over again how serious my case is. I tend to forget that he has something to do with me, and after that I'll become useless. Nothing will hold him back from killing me.

That's when I start to spiral...

It's so fucked up, I'm sure other women are prepared if they ever get to a situation like that. Maybe they could fight him off, or would be able to escape. Everytime he gets close I freeze and start to cry. How pathetic is that?

He hasn't even hit me or anything yet.

When I'm overwhelmed I often start to blame myself for everything. I feel like it was my fault he got me. It's just a bad habit, I guess. It comes automatically when I fail, it's just easier to collapse than keep fighting.

As I laid there I couldn't stop a few drops of tears to roll down, but I immediately wiped them away.

I knew that being out here wouldn't keep me safe from my mind forever, but I hoped I'll have a few hours of peace under these trees.

"Okay, thanks I go back." I said with emotionless voice and made my way back to the house. I walked with fast steps, and I think I heard him say something, but I didn't turn back.

I just didn't care.

When I got to my room I slammed the door shut.

After pacing back and forth a little bit to calm down I had a new plan.

I'll stand up for myself, I'll fight against him if I have to.

I'll start to work out. This way I could build some muscle and maybe I could defend myself better.

I don't want to steal the weights from his room, but I can do exercise without them.

I know it's just the calm before the storm, and when it's time I want to be ready. He won't be this "nice" to me forever, but I won't let him hurt me.

It's been a few days, and still no sign from anyone. I thought by this time I'll be found by the police. I wasn't planning on staying here for more than a few days.

I'll be a new person from tomorrow... I won't be afraid of him.

I've had enough.

I didn't have any training clothes with me so I just changed my joggers into cotton shorts.

I started with push ups, however after doing five I already felt exhausted. I had a rest for about half a minute and I repeated the five. And I did this until I couldn't do more, I think I was around 30 or 40. I can't remember the last time I was sweating this amount.

I laid down for a few minutes to gather any energy that I had left in me and started to do sit ups. It went a bit easier so I did 10 sit ups a time, and repeated it 4 times.

After stretching my aching muscles I decided to do some crouching. But after that I was absolutely done, I couldn't lift any of my limbs.

Oh God, I think I haven't moved this much during the whole year...