"Five more minutes," my dad grunted, as I tried to pull him out of bed.
"Dad, they're here," I nudged his arm, "we have to go."
He quickly rose and looked at the door, "Let's go."
I scrambled to my feet.
"Go through the window," he pushed me towards it.
I opened the window as fast as I could, "Their car is still running, it looks like they're both inside the house."
My dad smiled, "There's no one in the car?"
I shook my head.
My dad's smile grew even wider, "All we need is the rope."
We'd been working on this rope for weeks, ripping pieces of our clothing and bedding, now it was time to put it to the test.
"Matt, you go first," my dad handed me the rope.
My dad tied down one end, and as soon as it was secured, I tossed the other end out the window.
I heard footsteps on the stairs. I turned to look at my dad, "They're coming up the stairs," I whispered.
"Go!" He looked alarmed.
I climbed onto the window sill, ready to go down, when the door opened.
I froze with fear.
"Matt go!" You could see the fear in my dad's eyes.
"Dad!" The men grabbed him. He tried his best to fight them off, but his body was too malnourished and weak.
"Matthew, leave now!" One of the guys hit my dad over the head.
"I can't leave you," Ever since mom died, he was all I had left.
The guy, who hit my dad, started to tie him up.
The other guy started towards me.
"Go!" My dad yelled.
I raced down the rope. Halfway down, the guy who went after me made it to the window. He started pulling the rope towards him, bringing me closer and closer to a never ending nightmare. But also bringing me closer to my father.
"I'm sorry dad," I jumped off the rope, hitting the ground.
I laid there for a second before I got up and ran to their car. I injured my ankle from the fall, so I limped.
Once inside, I started crying. I looked up at the window, my poor old man.
My gaze was broken by a peripheral movement. One of the guys was close. My heart dropped, I had almost made it.
I backed up the car and turned around. Just as I was about to pull forward, a rock came through the windshield. Glass covered the floor, passenger seat, and my lap.
I raced forward, not stopping to look behind me. My dad was gone.
I drove for hours. I refused to stop because I was scared the two men might find me.
Eventually, I had gotten tired. I was in the middle of nowhere, so I pulled over and slept.
What felt like five minutes later, I was awoken by knocking on my window and a light shining in.
I jumped in fear, they found me.
"Sir, please roll down your window," the man asked me irritably.
I looked behind me, blie and red lights lit up the night sky. He was a cop.
I quickly rolled down my window.
The officer shined his light in my beaten and bruised face, "Young man, have you been drinking?"
My eyes started to tear up as I shook my head, "My name is Matthew Hartley, and I was kidnapped."
The officer lowered his flashlight to where I could see his face, "Son, are you alright? Was there anyone with you?"
The tears poured from my eyes, I nodded, "My dad."
"How long have you been driving?"
"I don't know," my words were broken due to my sobs.
"Is this your car?"
I shook my head, "My dad and I made a plan to escape, we were going to take their car."
The officer walked to the passenger side of the car and opened the door, "We'll get this sorted out, as long as they didn't steal this car, we can run the plates and find your dad." He smiled to reassure me.
The officer took me to his car, abandoning the one I stole, and raced us back to his station.
I sat in the siff chair forever. The cold metal burning my skin.
Eventually, the officer came to me.
I sat up. My eyes darted to his face, he seemed relaxed.
"Matthew, we've found your dad," the cop smiled.
"And?" I needed to hear him say it.
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