Unwanted prisoner

5: Cruel

"Run"

That's exactly what I did, I ran.
I ran as fast as I could. I ran through the forest into a whole different town.
But that car never failed to loose me and when my father and his associates got out to chase me...they didn't seem to believe in mercy.

———

That was a week ago. I've been locked up in a basement cell with a broken down mattress, blanket and a pillow. There's a dirty old sink a cracked mirror and a putrid toilet.

The mirror is just there so I can see how disgusting I look and to "think about what I have done to put me in this position"
That's what my father told me before throwing me in here.

I get 3 snacks a day, breakfast I get an apple,lunch a muesli bar and for dinner I get either noodles that have turned cold or the scraps from dinner.

The maid has been kind enough to sneak leftovers into here but that hasn't happened in a few days.
I think it's because a guard has been placed right outside my door to make sure I don't do anything I'll regret.

The whole situation of being thrown down here Is so odd. I have never been neglected or had anything horrible merely close to this happen to me... my mum and brother were the kindest people there was.

I guess them dying was my punishment for getting to live such a great life and now I'm stuck in the basement. Lying on this squeaky bed that I can never seem to find one comfortable position in.

The car ride after they found me was silent. My bag had been taken away from me. So they know I had the journal. No one has brought up the journal yet though.

I don't understand any of this, I haven't done anything wrong. I was hanging out with Tate for the first time after the lunch. Yes I did take the journal but whatever's in there is from what Tate told me.

Something about my family and my dad taking me in to ruin my life. I don't even know what to think. The only thing I'm worried about is what he has to do with my family.
He's not my family. I don't know how or why my parents got together  together because who the fuck would want to be with a man like my dad?
———-

"Eleanor how did you get my journal?"
My father says out of no where.
I know it's late at night as I can see the night sky out of the window.
Play it cool El.

"I don't have one clue what you're talking about" I say oblivious to the situation.

"Oh really, not one clue." Rage is radiating from his body.
An aura that matches the devils.
He looks like a feral gremlin with rabies.
He's twitching...
tf is wrong with him.

I just stare at him.
His breathing gets louder.  His nostril flare.
I'm trying hard not to laugh right now.
His face is now turning a little red and My eyes drag down to his hands which turn into fists.
He breathes out a loud breathe.

I let out a breathe to. That scared me. He was looking a little too angry for my liking.

His hands open back out like normal. He lets out another deep breath and a small chuckle.
I look at him confused.

SLAP.

Oh... I was wrong.
I shut my eyes as tightly as I can trying to manipulate my mind into believing I'm just dreaming.

I hold my hand against my red cheek.
My mouth drops a little from the realisation setting in.
Wow okay he just did that.

Opening my eyes to see his smirk is not how I thought he would look.
He enjoyed that.
His small giggle makes me shrink down.