*This will be an incomplete chapter until I have fully finished this and named the chapter*

Settling in to my home turned out to be harder than I thought it would.  

Noises kept me awake at night, jumping and catching my breath in my throat.  I cried uncontrollably, at any time for any reason at all.  At the drop of a hat I suffered from anger and hatred.  I loathed myself, wishing the kidnapper left me for dead rather than do this to me.  I'm sure that he didn't plan on leaving me alive for the cops and whoever else to find, but every killer trips over a mistake every once in a while right?  

I'm nothing more than a mistake.

For the first few days I accomplished nothing more but sleeping in warm sheets and eating vanilla pudding, whenever I could muster up enough energy to put the spoon to my mouth.  My mother had a schedule going; reminding me to drink water every two hours or so, while dropping off a sandwich that I threw out the window or into the trash bin.  Mostly the sandwich was accompanied by water, but in the evenings it would be served with my Pepsi, my favorite kind of pop.  I stilled poured it down the sink in the bathroom.  

Today Carter would be coming over to the house to help my mom with random tasks.  He stays here some nights, his job primarily being to protect the family for the time being.  To protect me.  Girls have been abducted in other surrounding towns, suffering from similar wounds I do.  This UnSub has been fleeting from town to town causing other families the same destruction he has caused mine; the only difference is the girls never lived to tell the UnSub's identity.  The police force and Carter included were convinced that this guy would try to make a re-appearance, so they decided to take turns staying in the house.  Carter stayed the most out of all of them.  I only noticed him, never bothering to come out of my room when the others were here.   

I only noticed when he arrived because I liked his flashy car.

And because he tried to talk to me through my room door most days.

I always ignored his attempts, not even bothering to make a noise.  He acted as if he owed me pity, or rather that he knew me, and knew the pain I suffer from.  Anger overtook me when he tried to talk to me, because he really has no idea what it's like to go through this.  He can try and try to understand but he never will.  Plus, most of the time, he waltzed around my house with his inflated "I'm a big bad cop" ego.  He is annoying, snarky, and just downright an ass.  

Sometimes he would try to bring my dinner in.  But I ignored him, my back facing him from my bed.  I watched the rain pelt the windows while he tried to have small conversation with me.  

Rain pelted my face as I ran, gasping for breath.  As I turned a corner arms roughly seized me-

A tear slips down my cheek as I relive another memory.  If only I could stop them from coming back.

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Thump!  Thump!  

"Hey, dinner's ready."

I didn't move; I didn't even respond.

"Evelyn?  Did 'ya hear me?"

Still nothing.

"Evelyn?"

The door knob beings to turn, and I still don't move.  The door swings open, and I am left with staring at expensive shoes and navy slacks.  They pause a few feet in the doorway, not daring to advance any further.  

"Evelyn, you have to eat."  

I stare at the shoes.

"Eve, please.  Come eat with us.  It's pizza:  Mushroom pizza.  That's your favorite, right?"

My eyes snap to his brown ones.  "Don't keep pretending like you know me Carter."  But in all honesty, he is completely right:  mushroom pizza is my favorite kind of pizza.  Every Friday I ordered the same large pizza with extra mushrooms and extra sauce; or at least I used to.  I suppose I haven't since this whole ordeal began.

He huffed, running a hand down his face.  He crosses his arms.  "You need to eat Eve."  

I flinch.  "Stop calling me that.  I'm Evelyn to you."  

"Okay Evelyn."

"Just bring me a slice." 

"No," he responds.  

"Why?" 

"Because you might have your mom fooled, but I know you don't really eat anything she brings you except vanilla pudding."

How in the hell could he possibly know I only eat vanilla pudding?

"How the hell do you know that?"

He turns a little red.  "Well..."

Anger flares through me, making me shake a little.  The bastard bugged my room?   He has been watching my every move this whole time?  As if my privacy wasn't already invaded!  Who could do such a thing without getting permission first at least? 

"You bugged my room?"

"It's merely precaution, encase the UnSub...returns."  

"Get out!"  I scream.

"Evelyn...wait..." He tries to come closer, to sit on the bed, but I back away from him tears freely falling.

"I said get the fuck out of my room Carter.  Now!"

"I'll bring your pizza up later I guess."

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*Author's note: It's called pop, not soda.  Seriously.