It's Complicated

Different Than I Thought

Hey all. Can any of you talk? It's kinda annoying that I publish and stuff and no one comments... anyways story time.

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2 Days Later

"Alrighty! You should be good to go. Miss Lacefield you may take her home." Sandra the nurse smiled while taking my IV out.

"Yes! I am so excited! Gaia, ready to go?" Miss Lacefield smiled. That smile literally said," Go along with it."

"Thanks." I say putting the robe that the hospital provided since my clothes were torn.

Miss Lacefield grasped my elbow and rushed me out of the hospital. She was cursing under her breath the entire time to her house. We got out of the car and went inside. She hereded me into her basement. There was a cage. Tall thin bars from the ceiling to the floor. There was a giant lock on the barred door. The was one light and an old bed with a blanket and pillow. 

"Wheres the bathroom?" I muttered.

"Your bathroom? Oh!" She went into another room and came out with a big pot. She also brought 2 water bottles and a bowl of dog food.

"Water and dog food the dog." She shoved me in the cell and threw my things at me. Miss Lacefield then slammed the door and locked it. 

"I will let you out as soon as dinner has been finished. Then you will do all of the chores." She hissed through the bars.

"Oh thank you master! Screw you. I'll do all of the chores but do I have to be nice to you? No." I spit at her feet.

"I will train you dog." She then leaned behind a near by wall and brought a bat out. She unlocked the door and came into the cell. Miss Lacefield swung the bat. Sriking my left leg. I gasped in pain.

"Next time it will be your punishment choice. The bat. The knife. Or starvation." She swung the bat again.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

She hurt me enough to where I can still walk. Maybe just limp. I scooted myself onto my bed that was pressed into the corner. She left the cell, bat still in her hand. Miss Lacefield came back with a chain. She then tied one end to the foot of the bed and the other end to my right ankle. I moved my ankle hearing the chain roll along the floor. I look up at Miss Lacefield. Hate and rage were steaming off me. 

"You will come up after I have dinner. Then after back to here and I go back to the hospital to Oliver. Did you think you could see Oliver?" She cackled and left. She left me in the basement chained up.

A tear slowly rolled down my cheek and fell into my lap.

My sadness turned to anger.

Then it turned to hate.

Ten minutes later Miss Lacefield came back down and unchained me. She took a hold of my hair. She yanked my head up to look at her from behind. 

"If you think of fighting me off..." I felt a cool object against my head. "I will blow your brains out."

I suck in a breath.

She let go but still had the gun against my head. Miss Lacefield lead me upstair and threw to the kitchen floor. I choked on my own air. 

"Get cleaning!" She threw a few cleaning stuff at me.

I nodded. Better not talk. I got up with a bucket in my hands and filled it with water. I leaned down for the soap and picked it up. I poured the soap in and stirred the soap. I lifted the bucket off the counter. Miss Lacefield was behind the kitchen door. She reappeared with a few eggs and flour. She walked over to the pantry and retrieved the syrup.