“Somebody help! Please, somebody!” Anne screams at the top of her lungs till her voice just can’t take it any more. She lays helpless and pitiful on the floor bound to a leg of a bus seat. Tears stained her silk blouse and sweat burned the gash on her forehead. She shivered as a spider crawled across her foot chasing after a roach.
Anne had been tied up for two days now. It may have been more for all she knows, she’s only been awake for the two sundowns. The only memory she has before that was walking home from having dinner with her dear friend James.
“Help! Help! I’m a spoiled little princess, help! Ha Ha Ha!” A mocking voice came from the outside of the bus. Anne could hear him with a muffled sound. She hadn’t seen anyone since she woke up in this old beat up bus. Although the voice was a little threatening, she was a little comforted to actually see another human being other than insects.
A tall, medium built man appears in front of her standing at the entrance of the bus. He’s wearing old, cut up bleach stained jeans and an old plaid shirt. His hair was balding but other than needing a good cleaning his teeth seemed almost perfect.
“Well, aren’t you a pretty little princess? Are you scared? I guess you’ve realized by now that no one can hear you out here,” the man files his nails with a metal nail file while taunting Anne.
“Who are you and what do you want from me? Please let me go. Please!” As Anne pleads, he continues to file his nails and clean the dirt out from under them.
“Help! Please!” Anne screams again until her voice just can’t cut it anymore. She hangs her head over crying with a croaked voice.
“Alright, shut up already! Know one can hear you out here, so your wasting your energy and voice. You’re gonna need that energy, so save it.” He walks out of the bus. Anne can hear leaves crunching under his boots as he walks away. She begins wondering what he meant by needing her energy. She looks around and sees nothing but a note pad and pen. There was a few pieces of chewed up bubble gum stuck to the seats around her but no trash was seen on the floor of the bus. There was dirt and leaves but no trash. The pad and pen looked to have never been used.
“Hello, Annie? Annie, Annie, Annie?” A woman’s voice comes from the outside of the bus getting closer.
“Hello? Help, help me, I’m in here!” Annie yells not knowing who’s coming, friend or foe but continues to plead for help. A slender woman in beat up jeans and t-shirt steps in the bus. The woman looked to be about Anne’s age, in her twenties.
“Now, Annie, stop all of that hollering, you’re gonna ruin that pretty voice of yours. Rainy Annie, how have you been? It’s been so long, you know you always have been a crybaby,” the woman sits on a bus seat in front of Anne. Anne just looks up all helpless and lost wondering who this woman was.
“Now don’t tell me you done up and moved to the big city and forget your best friend in the whole wide world? It’s me, Annie. It’s Chrissa. I remember you walked out those doors long ago and said, “I’ll miss ya Chrissa.” Don’t you remember, Hunny?” Anne had grew up in an orphanage until being adopted by a successful doctor and moving to the city. Chrissa was Anne’s best friend who she had left behind when she was adopted. She cried for months about leaving Chrissa behind, until she eventually made new friends and slowly forgot her past.
“Chrissa? Oh, my Lord, Chrissa you have to let me out of here. I don’t know what happen or why I’m here. Chrissa what is going on? Please, why are you all doing this to me?” Anne had almost completely stopped crying and was trying to stay calm to see what she had gotten herself into.
“It’s always been about you, Annie. Do you know what happen to me when you left? I was put into a foster home. A foster home! That’s like nothing to your new family. You were adopted into a nice home. You were given everything while I was sent to a foster home. I was left in that home till I ran away at eighteen, too.”
“That’s great Chrissa. You were put into a good home..”
“A good home!? I was raped from the second night I got there until my fifteenth birthday, after two miscarriages and one abortion. I was repeatedly raped every night. Not by the same person either. It could be the father of the house or the multiple teenage boys that were also living there.” Chrissa was angrily punching her leg while she yelled at Anne.
“Oh, no, Chrissa. I am so sorry that that happened to you. Chrissa if I had any idea of what was going on I would’ve tried to get you help. Chrissa, I don’t understand, what do you want from me?”
“To have the life I never got to have. To have the life I was meant to have that you have been living for me. Do you see this pretty note pad and pen here?” Chrissa asked Anne as she held it up to her face. Anne just looked at it even more confused.
“You, Miss Rainy Annie, are going to write a tearful and meaningful letter for your family to read. The police will be reading it, too. You are going to write how you love your family and friends so much but just couldn’t run from the overwhelming past. You are going to write your suicide letter. Before you do this though, I know your Daddy just died and left you a big lump of money, you will be transferring that to my account. Yes, Annie you have lived the good life long enough, it’s my turn.” Chrissa threw the pad and pen down on Annie.
“Chrissa, you don’t have to do this. I can get you help. I can give you some money if that’s what you need. Please Chrissa, I loved you. You were my best friend. Please let me help you. We don’t even have to go to the police about this, I can bring you into my home.” Annie pleaded with Chrissa with a point to really help her. She couldn’t believe her ears of what Chrissa was telling her. Chrissa was the top student at the orphanage home. She had a voice that lighten up a cloudy day. Chrissa’s painful story brought sadness to Annie’s heart.
“Annie, I cried for God to help me every night, but he never came. I wished on the stars every night for you, too. I hadn’t seen or heard anything until I saw your name in the paper as a loved one left behind when your father died. Annie, I was beaten on over and over, too. I didn’t even finish school. They always kept me from school because of all of the bruises. As far as the DCF is concerned, I could be dead. They never checked up on me.” As Chrissa talked she noticed one tear gently falling from Anne’s eye.
“Chrissa, I am so sorry you had to go through that. I wish it would’ve been me. You were the one that had the most promising future and it was squashed by monsters. I am so sorry, I wish I would’ve been there for you.” Anne’s eyes begin to fill with more and more tears. She didn’t cry due to her predicament of about to die, she cried because her heart cried. Her heart cried for the pain and sorrow her best friend had experienced all them years while she lived a perfect life. It was almost a tear of shame for never looking back to even wonder how Chrissa was doing.
“Get up!” Chrissa yelled at Anne as she forced her up after untying her.
“Please……,” Anne couldn’t even beg for her life before Chrissa was kicking her out the bus door.
“Get out of here! Run! Just go!” Chrissa yelled at Anne while pointing a gun at her that she pulled from behind the bus seat. Anne didn’t even think twice about it after all she had been through. She ran. As she ran she heard a gunshot behind her. She knew that was the last time she would’ve ever seen Chrissa again and she began to sob uncontrollably but still ran. Through her tears of compassion she may have saved her own life, but lost her best friend.