I sat silent on my bed, staring at a wallet-sized photo that fell out of Derek's pocket. On the piece of paper, there was an image of a young girl with dark brown hair, and she looked like she could be my twin. Why on earth did he have a picture of my mom? I placed the picture underneath the mattress. There was definitely a reason that he had had that photo, and whatever the reason was, it was affecting me. If I could find out why he had a photo of my mom, I could find out the reason he had kidnapped me and not any other teenage girl.
Derek barged into the room, slamming the door against the wall. He wasn't just mad; he was dangerously mad, deadly mad. If I asked him about my mom's picture, he might just kill me. So, I quickly shifted gears in my head. "How much longer until the baby's born?"
He snapped his head towards me, and quickly shifted his gaze towards my belly. "Probably about a week," he mumbled. His tone was uncertain; he clearly had no idea whatsoever.
Suddenly, his eyes popped out of his head. He had spotted my mother's photo. "Where the hell did you find that?"
I stood up and looked him square in the eye. "It was left on the floor," I said. This would be the perfect time to ask him. "Why did you have a photo of my mom?"
Derek released a small chuckle. "It's a funny story."
I took another step towards him. "Let me see if it's funny."
He chuckled again. "Why look at this! Little Miss Clark thinks she's all tough and scary! She thinks that she can handle the story!" He started to have a laugh fest.
"Tell me the damn story."
He glared at me. "If you really want to hear the truth, here it is. We had known each other throughout school, and I had a crush on her. One day, when we were both sixteen, I met her after school. I ended up raping her."
I felt myself becoming sick. "You couldn't have."
"But I did. She never called the police, and we never spoke again. You remind me of her."
I backed up towards my bed and fell onto the mattress. I stared down at my feet. "And that's why I'm here. I remind you of my mom," I whimpered.
Derek smirked. "Look who can't handle the truth now." He turned away from me and headed out the door, slamming it shut behind him.
I reached under the mattress and pulled out my mother's photo. "I wish I hadn't asked."
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