Not much can be said for a traitor, except, well, that they are a traitor and need to be treated as such. I thought this until I met the person who changed my life forever, with no chance at a normal life again. This is going to fast-have to slow down- take deep breaths- so hard to talk about- pain still fresh. Well I think I will start with the beginning, as most begin. This is not exciting, nor boring. It’s stuck in the middle, average. I was about to leave for school, a normal day, that’s where I thought I was going. My thoughts and destiny, well, they were mixed messages. I got dressed in my not-so-clean jeans that I found on the floor (turned out I had been wearing the same pair for a week strait, new record!) and an old stained t-shirt. I threw on my favorite green jacket (also a week used) and headed for the door. I got about halfway when I heard a loud crash and turned around (I turned around not because of the crash, but because I had forgotten my keys, and breakfast) and sat down to eat my now Luke-warm cereal, and wondered what time it was. I picked up and dropped, then picked up again, and dropped my fork, over and over again. It was just like every morning, boring, and uneventful. So after about an hour of eating I finally got out the door, only to return again, to get my keys. Then I heard another crash. But didn’t think too much of it. I had a dog, and he ran into the walls a lot, causing a loud crash. So, disregarding the crash, headed out the door, crossed the street, and hopped into my rusty old ford pick-up truck that my mom had bought me. Then I turned to the house to make sure the door was shut, it was. But then, instinctively, I glanced up at my bedroom window, to make sure the window was closed and the curtains were in place. The window was broken, and my hundred dollar curtains had been torn down the middle and sliced in half. I began to worry, what with the two loud crashes, the window, and the curtains; I began to think logically and decided my house that my mother was sleeping in was being robbed. So, I crept out of the car and looked at the house again, it looked much more imposing with the thought that strangers might be ran-sacking it. I walked onto the sidewalk and casually opened the door, and mumbled to myself about forgetting homework, and walk to the stairs. I stopped suddenly when I saw the first persons shadow and crammed myself into the cupboard under the sink. Just in time, they walked in just as I softly shut the door, leavening a crack for me to see out of. “Where is he? He said to meet him here after the girl went to school and he knocked out the wife. So where is he?” one of the two men grunted and rubbed his stomach. “I don’t know, man, stop with the rubbing, its sick!” the second figure whined. “No, now, I’m starving, I need food.” The first man said, and continued to rub his stomach once more, then headed towards the cupboard I was in! “Then, eat. Oh and darling, we know your in there… we could see you coming from a mile away. So how’s about you give yourself up and we continue this conversation face-to-face eh?” The second man said and came closer to the cupboard, I thought this was a very unusual way to talk to another man… maybe he is gay I mused silently, holding back a giggle. But then I thought about the words and how he said them and thought dreadfully of who he had intended them for, me. I began to panic, but then I remembered my cell-phone, stuck in my pocket, just waiting to call the police. But before I had it out the door to the cupboard swung open and bathed my in a bright light, and the smell of beer and cigarettes.  “Baby doll, you don’t need to hide from us… we only want to find your father. We have business with him that need attending to. Why don’t you just hop into that truck of yours and head off to school huh? How ‘bout it? As long as we find your father you might not be in any immediate danger. You can even go without the horrifying memory of what would come of you if we can’t find him. Just turn a blind eye to this, and I’ll see if I can’t get you a brand new hummer. Then you and all your little friends can go and-“ he mused but I cut him off. “No, I don’t want a new car, I want you two scum bags out of my house! And don’t refer to me as anything but Mrs. Ann, understand?” I told them. Then the one who was doing all the talking slapped me across the face, making me let out a painful and surprised gasp, and breathed in my ear “People of your age and sass don’t live long in this business, you should keep to remember that.” Then pulled my hair and pushed me to the ground. “What business?” I asked quietly and innocently. “The business that bought this house, that pays for your tuition, the business of killing.” He smiled grimly and turned back to his amused partner. “Who have we killed? Martin Back’s, Mr. and Mrs. Smiths, Doctor Harry Mulls, and some old lady’s cat on the way here, and that’s just today and yesterday. Honey, your daddy is a killer, a greatly respected one at that!” The man roared and waved his hands around. “No, my dad is a…” I couldn’t remember what he did, then it hit me, he hadn’t ever told me what he did, he just called it work. He complained about how he hated his job, how it was amusing but also a pain. He had laughed a lot after that, obviously at some inside joke I still don’t know. “A killer.” The man said, finishing my sentence. “Now, get your skinny ass up and make yourself useful! Go and make me some coffee and I will consider not killing you today.” The man ordered and motioned for me to get up, not making any attempt to help me up. “And if I refuse? Your not going to kill me, I’m you boss’s daughter, I’m untouchable.” I smiled and sat back down on the floor. “Why you little… I ought to… I might have to… I could just… bitch.” He said and began to pout, something I have never seen any other grown man do. “I’m untouchable.” He said mockingly and waved his hands around his face and made a face. Then stuck his middle finger up his nose, another thing I have never seen any other grown man do. “Don’t be such a baby, she is a girl, how old are you sugar cheeks? Eighteen? Nineteen?” The second man mused, then chuckled to him. “Seventeen, today.” I stated proudly. “Well, aren’t you just the word of the wise? Your still a kid, now listen to us or you might mysteriously disappear…” the second man said slyly and slipped in “and no one will see you again” after his partner turned around. “Then I will call the cops, and you wont ever be seen again, outside of prison that is.” I smiled but it wasn’t long lasted, the man grabbed me by my hair, and swung m around to face him and growled “Don’t threaten people when you’re the bargaining tool, darling, it wont work.” Then he pushed me to the floor, clearly satisfied that he had scared me enough to shut me up for the time being. “Now, be a good girl and call up your dearest daddy and tell him we have taken you away and wont give you back until he comes forth and faces us, then we might give you back.” The first man said and pulled my phone out of my pocket and handed it to me. “B-But you haven’t taken me anywhere. And I’m fine.” I said, still shaken up by the fact that my hair seemed to be the best place to swing me around with. “You wont be in this house for very long, you get to go meet Dusty.” The second man said, then burped loudly and walked over to my fridge and took out a soda. As he began to guzzle it down I weighed my options, fight, or run? Or let them take me to meet the mysterious Dusty… I couldn’t decide then, I was too stressed out, couldn’t think straight. “Who is Dusty?” I finally asked, deciding that if I wanted to make a good decision I needed to know my facts. “He, is the son of one of our other killers who… decided not to see us. He has been with us since he was six, now he is… seventeen and a half, tomorrow. So you two can have something in common other than terrible dads. He is shy though, he flinches away at the slightest movements, we used to beat him when he did wrong.” The first man said, then headed to the fridge to join his partner. Great I had to save another sorry butt, other than my own. He needed my help though, I couldn’t leave him! “Now, girly, call your dad or your be worse off than Dusty.” The second man said, it seemed that they decided to take turns in the task of speaking to me. “M-My phone is out of minuets… I can’t call anyone. I’m sorry…” I lied and look down at my toes. “Damned minuets! Fine, you can use the home phone, its not ideal but it will work.” The first man grumbled then grabbed the phone off its hook and thrust it at me. I faked a flinch, just trying to keep up the act of being scared of those two. “O-OK.” I whispered and dialed my father’s number and listened to the dial tone. “Hello?” My father said in a shaky, scared tone. “Daddy, they have me. They have taken me away, and I’m scared. Please come help me daddy, please.” I pretended to beg. Then added a few fake tears and shutters, just to keep the whole act looking real. “Its alright honey, let me talk to them.” He growled the last part and I handed the phone to the first man who wasn’t still guzzling soda. “That’s right, yes, she’s is fine. She’s only got a few battle scars…. No, here…. Tomorrow… I will bring her when and if you decide to show up… don’t think I wont… she isn’t to young to become a wife, surely you know that… I will keep her alive… yes, I agree she is too beautiful to starve to death… but we might give her some time with the boys and we can see how she handles that…. Good bye, don’t forget.” Then he hung up and grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to him. His breath was worse than his partners and his teeth were yellow. “Yes, I think the boys would love you. You might not have too much fun but your just a tool in this world honey…” The man said and began to stroke my hair. I pushed his hand away and stepped back. Then bolted for the door. “See, this is why I love girls your age, so full of spunk and charisma, and stupidity.” The man muttered and grabbed me right before I cleared the yard. “Ugh, yet off me!” I yelled and tried to bite his arm, but he was wearing a thick sweatshirt and it didn’t affect him. Next I tried to kick him; he pulled me up into a fireman’s carry so I couldn’t. As a last resort I tried to cute my way out of it like in the movies, you know, show a little cleavage, a few kisses, then your walking down the street as a free woman! I kissed him and all he did was hit my head on the door on the way back in. He sat me down on the sofa and pulled a gun out of his pocket. “Baby, I don’t want to do this, but I will kill you next time you try to make an escape. Now sit still…” He muttered and tied me to the couch and turned on the television, it was a commercial ‘no one can stop bolt and rhino’ said a talking animated hamster, it was an advertisement for the movie bolt, that I hadn’t intended on ever watching. I turned back to my capturer and whispered “Why do you even need me? Me dad will come home soon and my mother is right upstairs.” “But is she alive, that’s the question.” The man said and loaded his gun. “Yes. Why wouldn’t she be?” “Because she wont be for much longer and if she is already dead I don’t want to waste a bullet.” He breathed and walked up the stairs. I heard my mother scream, then gunfire. “NO! MOM! NO!!!” I screamed and thrashed my head around violently. Silence came from upstairs. Then the low thump of boots on the floor, and to my dismay, the sound of someone dragging a body down the stairs. “Well, poor mommy had an accident now didn’t she? Poor mommy wommy. Why don’t you comfort her?” The man said, drenched in my mother’s blood. Then he threw my mothers life less corpus onto the couch next to me and I began to sob. The sight of my mother and her brown eyes wide open with horror still is the clearest memory I have of her. Then I remembered my pope once say “Remember the dead as they were, not what they look like after they pass. Hold a just memory of their being and they will stay with you always.” I had never given those words a second thought until then, now I think of them daily and remember my mother as the kind-hearted woman who raised me to be strong and fearless. Then I remembered my father, how he would beat her, and curse at her, and yell at me. How he told me to pepper spray anyone who came near him, but said nothing about my own protection. How he was selfish and cruel, and a killer. But I refused to believe that my father was associated with my capturers. They were just lying and wanted my fathers money, that’s how I thought of them. But the truth was, all I wanted to think about was me, how scared I was, how sad, how lonely, how angry, how defenseless, how useless, how stupid, how clumsy, how everything about me was bad and that I deserved this. “You haven’t talked in awhile sweet cheeks. How’s ‘bout you and me light up a conversation eh?” The second man said three hours later, after he had literally eaten everything edible in my fridge. “How’s ‘bout you stop stuffing your face and get out of mine eh?” I said coyly I new that I shouldn’t of said that but what else was I going to say? I couldn’t let him walk all over me and make me feel any worse about myself! “I will ignore that. So, do you have a boyfriend? A little sister? A older sister?” The man questioned. “No, I go to an all girls school, I have no sisters or brothers, and this rope is making me itch.” I complained. “Oh, boo whoo. Just stay put and watch the tv, we are going to leave soon.” “Why are we leaveing? Why not just stay here?” “Because the cops are gonna know your missing pretty soon and come here first. And if they find you, we kill them and you. So we are sparing lives.” “Oh what a saint!” I said sarcasticly, they were getting on my nerves. “Time to go!” The first man called from the hallway, then walked into the room and picked me up. “Babe, your heavy.” The man complained. “Then lose the rope and my weight will decrease.” “Oh, shut-up smart ass.” He growled and opened the back door, they had enough sence not to go right out the front. They took me into the woods and followed a trail that went deep into it, then turned and stopped at a silver italian sports car. They threw me in the back seat, covered my eyes with a bandana, and started up the car. We were speeding down the highway and I counted all the turns we made so that I knew where I was. So far we had turned right, right, left, right, right, right, left, left, stopped at a intersection, right, left, right. Then I began to lose track and finally gave up. About thirty minuets later we stopped and someone picked me up and began to take off my bandana. It was dark out and we were in an unfamiliar part of town. But when my eyes ajusted I could make out lots of trees around us and a small farm house with a large barn. The adress was 5638 which would be helpful to my plan. Then one of the two men dropped me onto the soft ground and told me to stand. As I began to get up I realized that the voice who told me to stand didn’t belong to either of the men that had taken me. I stared up at me to see that the figure was stareing right back at me. Then the figure turned aaround and ran back to two other figures, the two men who had taken me I thought, and began to whisper with them. I could only make out bits and pieces of the conversation, all I heard was “She dosent belong here… is she his daughter?… are you sure she is unarmed?… I cant share a cell with a girl… she should be a maid… no, she wont, she is smarter than that… if she is so smart then she wouldn’t be here in the first place!…” that was all I could hear before the figure walked back over to me and again said “stand” and extended a hand to help me up. When I got up I wiped the dirt off my already filthy pants and jacket and heard the figure mutter “sorry…” then he(or she) turned and motioned me to follow. Since I couldn’t see and was tied up a fell a lot and had to get help from the mysterious figure. He(or she) would help me up and mutter a “are you ok?” or a “try to whatch out for those roots.” I thought he(or she) might actually be nice until I remembered where I was and why I was here. Then a few fire flies swarmed by us and illuminated the figures face, he was a boy, with blond shaggy hair that covered his eyes, and had a thick muscular build, and he wasn’t wearing a shirt, regardless of the chilly weather he still didn’t seem to be affected by the temperature. But when he saw me stareing at him he turned and walked a little faster, and back into the shadows. “Hi. I’m Allison.” I whispered to him, I thought that if I was going to be with this boy for awhile I might as well figure out who he was. The boy didn’t answer, he just walked faster. He was walking so fast that I couldn’t keep up and I fell over a invisible root and flew forwards. The boy swung around and caught me in his arms right before I hit a tree. How romantic,I thought, I’ve just been caught by my abduckters accompis. “Be careful.” He breathed and released me. I stood for a moment as he walked on, stunned at how it felt to have been saved by my abduckers friend. It was an oddly ironic feeling, almost thrilling. He turned when he saw that I had stopped and came behind me and picked me up. He carried me the rest of the way, being careful to hide his face. “Hi.” I said again, a little bit louder. No answer. So he carried me the rest of the way in silence. Then he came to an abrupt stop outside of a large hollowed out tree and put me down. “Go in.” he ordered and pushed me in, rougher than expected. I stumbled into the tree, thinking I would hit the other side but instead I hit a step. I thought that was odd so I sat on the ground and fekt my way around the tree. It was hollowed out but had a staircase, where it went I didn’t know, yet. Then I heard a creeking noise and realized the tree no longer had an exit! I began to panick but then suddenly two strong hands dropped onto my shoulders and lead me down the stairs. I began to hear echo’s the lower we went. Then we stopped at the bottem of the staircase and found that it was no longer a tree but a room. A huge room. But it was dark so I didn’t know how big it was. The hands on my shoulder led me to the back of the room, then sat me down on a chair that I hadn’t seen and turned on a light that I hadn’t seen either. The light illuminated the room and myself, and the boy. He was tall, taller than me, blond, pale, and buff. He was very muscular and he wasn’t wearing a shirt, I had to stop myself from drooling. He pulled up another chair and sat in it backwards, the way cops sometimes do on tv shows when they want to interigate someone. “Who are you?” He asked in a serious voice. “Who are you?” I said, I wanted to know about him before he knew about me. “I ask the questions here, now who are you?” He repeated, annoyed. “I am Allison Ann.” I stated  proudly, I was always proud to be an Ann. “Well, Allison Ann, welcome to the rest of your life.” He said blankly and motioned to the room. “What do you mean by that?” I said, worried that I really was going to spend the rest of my life under a tree. “I mean you get to live here, like me, and be miserable, like me.” He muttered. “your miserable?” I whispered in shock. He seemed really happy to me at the time. “How cant I be? I live here in this hole! Its so stupid! I have to do everything just to have this! I do everything around here, sweep, vacume,cook, clean, organize. That’s why I’m still still alive, I am useful.” He whispered and just when I thought he couldn’t be any more terrilbly sad I saw a tear run down his cheek. “Oh…” I breathed.