Dear Patrick

June 8, 2014

Dear Patrick,

I guess since you're on a road trip with the team for a week and a half I can finally get things off my chest. It'd have been really hard for me to say these things to your face so I'm just going to write this all to you and send it. Read this, throw it away, and let's act like it never happened- any of it.

When I got kidnapped, I was on my way to the doctor's to see if I really was pregnant- my period was off and I was craving the oddest things... like freaking pickle juice. On my way there, there was a car off to the side of the road. A door was open. There wasn't any traffic so I decided that I'd be the one to help this person out since they probably wouldn't get help any other way. As I slowly passed the car to offer assistance, I heard a baby crying. I peered into the window and there was a little kid, couldn't have been more than five, bleeding from his mouth and stuck under the seatbelt. So I put my car in park, Pat, and I went sprinting to the car. Next thing I know I'm in the backseat of this filthy ass van. I don't know where we went or how long it look. But I do know the guy's face perfectly and I know his name. But I never want to talk about it because he's dead now, anyway.

It was the scariest thing of my life. And all I could think of was you and the baby inside my stomach. I knew it was a girl, I just knew it. I guess it's called mother's instincts or something? I don't know but I just felt it, you know? The guy who took me or kidnapped me or adultnapped or whatever the hell you want to call it wasn't like completely unmerciful or evil. He drugged me, yeah, but that was to keep me quiet. He said he wouldn't give me anything that would kill me.

When I was begging him to let me leave, I told him I was pregnant. I told him I was on my way to the doctor's and to please, just let me make sure everything is okay and that I'd return to him. But he didn't believe I'd come back. He got scared I'd turn him in. I knew his name, I'd seen his license. So he brought Adam and used Adam to threaten me. If I ditched, Adam died. "It's simple." He would say.

He never raped me, though. Honestly, I didn't know why he took me. He didn't do anything. I was confused. Then, I met the other guy. This guy was a fucking beast- and I don't mean it as a compliment. He was huge, hairy, disgusting, and shameless. No pride, I swear. But I swore I'd seen him before. Every time I told him he looked familiar he'd backhand the fuck out of my face. He got so annoyed that he eventually just stopped slapping me.

"You look so familiar, did I ever tell you that?" I would say.

"You don't shut the fuck up, pretty face, I'm gonna make your face not so pretty anymore." He'd sneer

"Oh, good one." I would tell him.

So he'd get up and he'd slap me.

"How was that?" He said

"Kind of girly but it's not your fault your arm's too heavy to whip around... oh wait it is, easy on the late-night snacks, bud." I'd tell him, lips bleeding.

He brought his face to mine, Pat, and he licked my lips like the disgusting piece of shit he was.

The fourth time he put his lips in my mouth I bit him so hard that I literally ripped a piece of his skin off. It was nasty. I felt like a cannibal. But he backed off.

Then once, I felt my stomach kick. It hurt so bad. I screamed, Pat, so loud. And it kept hurting. The baby kept kicking. She was kicking me so hard. She was so hungry, Pat. I was hungry. I hadn't eaten in four days, I remembered. Those asses.

I couldn't bear it anymore. It's after I screamed because our baby was kicking that I saw Adam tiptoeing down the stairs.


Lana

Notes

i'm sorry that I haven't been updating-- I just didn't know what to say and if I just wrote to write, it'd be the shittiest thing you ever read so yeah i'll make up for it all today and tomorrow :)

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