I open my eyes again and see that I'm no longer lying on the floor but in the bed instead.
What the fuck
I look around the room alert.
We the fuck moved me!?
I don't find anyone but I stay awake for the rest of the night.
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I'm sitting up while my arms are wrapped around my legs.
I look around when suddenly a knock sounds on the door.
I flinch not expecting it.
My heart pounds harshly in my throat from the scare.
John would always enter the basement like that, just randomly knock. I never knew when so I could never prepare myself for a beating.
I look at the door for a few seconds before I call out for the person to come in.
The door opens and Alec walks in, "breakfast is soon" is all he says before turning back around and leaving.
I keep looking at the door for a few more seconds before I slowly get out of bed.
No beating
Okay, that's good.
I can have a few more hours.
I walk to the bathroom and quickly brush my teeth and face before I brush my hair.
I get dressed in my clothes from yesterday and put my washed underwear and socks from yesterday on.
I take my phone and hide it in my pocket before I start limping my way downstairs.
The pain is getting worse and unfortunately I can't take any medication.
I'll fall asleep and I don't want that.
I stop when I'm almost downstairs since the pain becomes unbearable.
I sit down on the stairs and take a few small breaths since taking deep ones only makes my ribs hurt more.
Slowly I start going down the rest of the stairs by sitting on my ass.
When I'm finally down, I get up again and continue limping my way to the dining room.
I'm really not hungry right now.
Wait? Who am I to think that I'll even get food.
I slowly limp in the dining room and go to sit down in the same place as yesterday- the only free spot.
The second I'm sitting down all the guys start reaching out for the food.
I don't do that.
I just look at the others with my hood of my hoodie down.
They didn't like it yesterday- me having my hood on I mean.
So today I'll just don't but I'm making sure that my hair covers the handprint on my cheek and the swollen cut.

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Fiksi RemajaAthena Rossi; a drug addict, a mafia queen, a lost family member, an abused girl, a shy girl, ... There are a thousand names to describe her but one thing is for sure, she's fucked up in the head. I'm that girl and here is my story.....