Locked Up.

Chapter 1

        * My feet where aching, but I never stopped running. I turned my head to see if the man was still chasing me. He was, and he was fast. I tried to speed up, but my tired legs could only move so fast. My lungs were burning for air, they felt like they were going to burst. I couldn't run any longer, I slowed down and the man tackled me to the ground. I tried pushing him off of me, but he was too strong. I started crying "Stop please! I don't want to go back please!!"  He grabs both of my hands so that I can't fight back. "Tough shit! I told you, you're not aloud to leave!"  He raised his hand to smack me. I closed my eyes tightly and turned my face away.*

        I woke up in a pool of sweat and tears. That dream felt so real, and so... so... painful. It feels like someone actually smaked me in the face. I looked around the room, Kyle was sitting in the rocking chair with his hand supporting his chin and staring out of the window. He must be watching the deer that usually prance around the house at this time.

         My hands and feet were chaind to the bed, I must have done something bad. What could I have possibly done? "Why did you do it? You know you're not aloud to leave." He said, but he never took his eyes off of the window. "What... what did I do?" I said grogily. Kyle got up from the chair and stood at the foot of the bed. He looked at me like I was losing my mind. "You ran away last night. I had to slap you just to calm you down." My eyes widend in horror. It wasnt a dream, it actually happend, and he actually hit me. I stayed quiet. "I didn't want to hit you, but you werent calming down. I'm sorry." Cold tears started to roll down my cheek. That was the first time he's ever hit me, and I'm scared. I'm scared that he will hit me again. 

        Kyle started unlocking the all of the chains. "Please, promise me you wont EVER do that again." I didn't look at him, instead I stared at my hands. "I... I promise." I said silently. He sighed "Good, get yourself cleaned up. Then come into the kitchen when you're done." I got really scared, I've never bee aloud out of this room before. 

        I went into the old bathroom in my room. Sense the house is so old the water is cold. So I took a very quike shower. When I stepped out of the shower I was freazing cold. This house doesn't exactly have a heater. I put on the old tattered shirt and pants Kyle gave me when I first arrived here. Before I left the room I looked around it, this might be the last time I ever see it again. 

        I walked into the kitchen where Kyle was standing. He had a chair sitting in the middle of the room. "Sit." he said in a very demanding tone. I obeyed. I stared at the old rotting floor boards when I sat down. "We have to cut and dye your hair." I looked up at him. "What? Why?" I said. I didn't want to cut and dye my long brown hair. "When I went to the store two days ago, people were asking about you. They are showing people your picture and asking if they've seen you." I looked back at the floor, people are still looking for me. They havn't stopped caring. Maybe I'll be freed soon. Who knows what will happen! 

        Kyle started cutting my hair. He worked slowly, it seemed like he's used to cutting hair. His choice of hair dye is black. Why black? Why not red maybe? Black will just ruin my hair forever, I'll never be able to get it back to my natural brown hair color. 

        When my hair was all finished Kyle stood in front of me for maybe a good three minutes. "It looks beautiful." He turned around to grab a mirror for me to look in. I didn't look like myself, I didn't think a person could change so much in two months. I look older and tired. There was a bruise on my cheek. That must be where Kyle hit me.  I've changed maybe a little too much. More tears started rolling down my cheeks. How could I have gotten myself into all of this? What did I ever do to deserve any of this?

        Kyle kneeled infront of me and cupped my cheeks in his hands. He wiped the tears from my face with his thumbs. "Please, no more crying. I hate seeing you sad." I squeezed my eyes shut, and let the final tears roll down my cheek. " I want to go home." I sniffled. "You know I can't let you do that." I looked him in the eyes "Why not?" Kyle stood up "You need to remember first. You need to remember me." How could I remember him when I've never met him before? "Why can't you just tell me? I swear I've never met you before." Kyle turned away from me. "Because you need to remember for yourself." My mind was thinking back over the years, to a time where I may have known him. Yet nothing was ringing a bell. "I swear I really really don't------" before I could finish my sentance Kyle turned back towards me, and kissed me. Freaking kissed me. I pushed him away. "Wha... What are you doing?" He looked upset, not mad but sad. "I... I thought maybe that would help you remember me." I sat on the floor and started crying. Kyle sat next to me and wrapped me in his arms around me. "You promised you wouldn't cry anymore."  All I could do was cry. I'm stuck here with a man who thinks I know him, and a family who is missing me.