MidReal Story
Rescue: A Mother's Vow
Scenario: A girl, Hannah, is kidnapped her mother, Ava, bestfriends Gena, Haiyley, and Carlin, and her girlfriend, Siylo, are determined to find her with of without the polices help. Hannah being locked in her fathers basement only wishes to be surrounded by the people who love her but when an opportunity arises for her to escape. Will she take it
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I was kidnapped by my father’s enemies.
They’re trying to use me as leverage against him.
But they don’t know what he’s capable of.
And they don’t know what I’m capable of, either.
I’ll do whatever it takes to get back to my family.
Even if that means breaking a few rules along the way.
My name is Hannah, and this is my story.
The phone call came in the middle of the night.
I was already awake, staring at the ceiling and trying to ignore the sound of my parents fighting in the next room.
They’d been at it for hours, and I knew from experience that there was nothing I could do to stop them.
Nothing except wait it out and hope for the best.
The phone rang once, twice, three times before I finally picked it up and answered it myself.
“Hello?”
I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
And then a man’s voice cut through the silence.
“Is this Hannah?”
I didn’t say anything.
I just listened to the sound of his breath on the other end of the line, harsh and ragged like he was running a marathon.
I knew something was wrong, but I had no idea how wrong it really was.
“Listen to me, Hannah,” the man said.
“I need you to do exactly what I say, okay?”
I swallowed hard and nodded, even though I knew he couldn’t see it.
“Your old man’s got a lot of enemies, and we’re one of them.”
He paused for a moment, like he was waiting for me to say something, but I didn’t know what to say.
“I want you to pack your things,” he said.
“You’re coming with me.”
I didn’t want to go with him, but I didn’t have much of a choice.
The first few days in the basement were the worst.
It was cold and dark, and I didn’t know what was going to happen to me.
When my captors finally came down the stairs, I tried to fight back.
I hit and kicked and screamed until they tied my hands behind my back with a piece of rope.
After that, I stopped fighting as much.
There were two of them, both men, and they were meaner than anyone I’d ever met before.
They yelled at me and hit me whenever they felt like it, and there was nothing I could do to stop them.
So I stopped trying.
I just sat there in the corner of the basement and waited for someone to rescue me.
My mom called every day, at least once and sometimes twice.
The first time she called, I tried to tell her where I was, but one of the men heard me and yanked the phone out of my hands.
The second time she called, I told her that I loved her, even though that wasn’t exactly true anymore.
She started crying then, and I could tell she was trying not to.
She was always trying not to cry around me, but I could hear it in her voice anyway.
“I’m gonna get you out of there,” she said.
“I promise.” And then she hung up before I could say anything else.
She always did that, hung up before I could say anything that mattered.
But this time, she called back a few minutes later.
“I’m sorry,” she said when I answered.
“I just had to make sure you were okay.”
“I’m okay,” I told her, even though that wasn’t exactly true either.
“I know you are,” she said.
“And we’re coming up with a plan to get you home.”
“Okay.” I didn’t know if there was anything she could really do, but it made her feel better to pretend there was, so that’s what we did.
The phone calls stopped after a few days, and that’s when I knew things were bad.
Really bad, worse than I’d ever imagined.
That’s when I decided to be brave and do something I wasn’t supposed to do.
I used my phone to call my mom, even though I knew it was dangerous and that my captors would be furious if they found out.
They thought I was too scared to use my phone, but they were wrong.
I had it with me the whole time, hidden in the pocket of my sweatpants, and every night after they went to bed, I snuck it out and charged it up using the outlet on the wall next to the stairs.
It was a small act of rebellion, but it was all I had left.
My mom picked up on the second ring, and I could tell from the sound of her voice that she was crying again.
“I’m so sorry,” she said.
“I should have been able to stop this.”
“It’s not your fault,” I told her, even though I knew it was.
I felt a lump in my throat, and I knew if I tried to talk anymore, I’d start crying too.
"Mom I only have one question" I stutter my mouth dry from the lack of water. "What is it hun" "Is Siylo, Gena, Haiyley, and Carlin ok and could you do me a favor" I ask holding back tears. "They are ok and of course." "Let them know I love them even if I never make it out" "Honey dont say that but ill tell them" her mother says walking around waiting for her turn to talk to the police.
“I love you so much,” she said.
“I’m going to get you out of there, I promise!”
I heard my mom telling my uncle and his friends about the black van they had found parked by a derelict warehouse on the other side of town, and how she was sure it was the one that had taken me.
I prayed she was right, and that they would find me soon—before those men came back and saw me using their phone—because I didn’t think I could take much more of this place.
I couldn’t hear what she was saying anymore because she must have walked farther away from me, but I could still hear her voice in the distance, calling out orders and suggesting strategies to whoever was listening on the other end of the line.
I’d never heard her talk like that before; she sounded like a soldier or a police officer or something, not at all like my mom usually did when she was home with us kids and helping us with our homework or making us dinner or getting us ready for bed.
I wondered what it would be like to be a cop.
It seemed like a cool job, but also really dangerous.
I just hoped my mom was going to be okay.
I hope your mom is okay.
The words echoed in my ears, and I realized that one of my captors was still on the phone with me, even though I thought I’d hung up.
“You should be worried about yourself instead,” he said.
“Because what’s going to happen to you when your dad realizes he can’t save you?”
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out.
Now that I’d heard my mom’s voice again, all of my fear and sadness came rushing back to me in one big wave, and I was struggling to keep it together.
“You’re going to die down here,” he said.
“We’re going to kill you.”
He laughed again.
“Your dad isn’t going to save you,” he said.
“No one is.”
My heart beat faster as I listened to him stomping down the stairs toward me.
I knew I needed to pull myself together before he got here or else things would be even worse than usual.
“I’ll talk to you later,” he said.
“Because we’re not done with you yet.”
“But I don’t want—”
He hung up before I could say anything else.
He stood in front of me and kicked me in the ribs.
“Is that how you tell me thank you?”
“No,” I groaned.
“I’ll do better next time.”
He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to my feet.
“You’re going to die in here unless you start showing us some gratitude,” he said.
Now that I was looking at him, I recognized him as the man who’d been driving the van.
“Please don’t hurt me,” I said.
He threw me back down onto the floor so hard that it knocked all of the air out of my lungs.
“What did I just tell you?”
he asked.
“Do you really want to die tonight?”
