Gaurdian angel

Prince Charming-son of the Devil

I HAVE A FAN!!!!!!!!!! Yes i would start screaming except my parents would run down here thinking somethings wrong and well I have to go to school in like twenty minuets so i cant have them sending me off to a mentel hospital. Sorry its taken awile to update but things have been crazy. I will update more on Gaurdian Angel then i will on got a secret. Also if any one could make a really cool cover for me that would be awsome.

Thanks

Catherine Catejo Christian

I am so tired of dirty grungy basement. These bad guys need a new interior decorator. Come on after a week of staring at the same walls with nothing but rats as your company. Yep I said rats, guess Noah wasn’t lying about that part. Stupid jerk with his big trusting blue eyes and smooth words. At least I haven’t seen him since he turned me in. I’ve heard him because he tries to talk to me when he slides my food through the cell but I never look at him or anyone else. I was never very big to begin with but after a week of only one meal of bread and water a day I know look and feel like a living corpse. I swear my hair has started falling out yesterday.

“Jessie look at me please!” Oh great Prince Charming is back. I pointedly look at a suddenly very interesting spot on the wall. “Fine be that way you Bitch” The clomping of his huge feet slowly disappear and I’m able to sigh in relief. I stand up and stretch, wincing as my bones crack and protest the movement. Slowly I creep over to the door, watching the shadows for any indication of Noah or someone worse….. like his father. After staring very intently at the gate for five minutes I come to the conclusion that it’s safe to proceed and get my daily dose of bread and water. I straighten my spine and walk to the cell bars. I reach in between them to grab my food and scream as something runs across my hand. Footsteps pound down the stairs as Noah comes to investigate.

“What’s wrong?” If I didn’t know any better I would say he actually cared about me. “Mouse” right now I’m still hyperventilating and can’t speak. His eyes seemed to soften as he looked at my terrified expression.

“Hey calm down before you give yourself a heart attack.” I turn to him

“Why? Because then you can’t kill me later.” My voice has enough venom in it to kill a small elephant. Noah flinches

“Jessie come on.” I just scoff and turn back around when I hear more footsteps coming toward me.

“Don’t worry son will get the pretty kitty to talk soon enough in fact she’ll be screaming.” Alexander finishes with a typical bad guy chuckle the rings throughout the cold basement like some kind of Disney movie. I almost expect him to grow a beard and stroke it. I just pointedly ignore him and stare at the wall.

“She will break soon enough.” Oh great the evil henchmen decided to join the party. I just snort and shake my head.

“Don’t be so sure. Or do you not remember last time when you had to kill the other half of my soul to even get me to crack?” By now my old sarcastic self is back. I hear a thunk and my best guess it that Alexander just punched the wall. He expected me to be a shriveling mass of fear and dejection right now, not verbally fighting like I was back at home with friends. They start to whisper and my curiosity almost gets the better of me before I remember it killed the cat, and he had nine lives. “We’ll be back little kitty and when we do you’ll wish you died with your miserable twin.”

I have now been down here for over three weeks. Lucas has remained gone to wherever he disappeared to after our fight. My clothes which at one point were the envy of everyone are only holding together by mere will power. My hair is….. nasty. My diet has yet to change but so far Alexander has yet to come back like he promised. However his son has yet to leave. His sigh of boredom once again drags my short attention span back to him, he seemed to like that.

“Will you shut up already? If you’re that bored go get me some clothes or something.” He just chuckles and I swear I saw his eyes darken, not sure if I made him mad or something else.

“Actually I was waiting for them to fall apart completely.” O.K I’m going with the something else. Trying not to show him his words bothered me I scoff and roll my eyes. He just laughs and shakes his head.

“You know Jessie this would be so much easier if you would just let me show you how good I an be.” At this point I’ve had my fill of cocky boys.

“No I will not sleep with you! You will have to rape me to even be in the same sleeping area as me.” By now I’m shouting and almost expect the henchmen to come running until I remember Noah said they all left and we were alone. My heart starts to beat faster as I think over my sentence. He stalks toward me like a predator.

“Well sweetheart if that’s what it comes to then so be it.” It takes me a minute to realize what he means and that I should probably try to run or something but by the time he get to me and starts to pull on my clothes I know it to late because Noah always gets what he wants and right now I’m on the menu.

He stayed for two hours, two very long hours where I did nothing but lay there and cry. Noah finally got what he had been after all along. Lucas was right and I was learning that the hard way. No matter what I did I would always be the twenty one year old girl who was raped and beaten by her boyfriend who claims to love her. If there is a god out there I wonder when he decided to make an example out of me. My stomach starts to roll and tumble. I turn my head and cough up my “meal” for the past three days. Oh well I didn’t like that bread anyway. I hear people walking around on the floor above me and try to curl up in a tighter ball then before. When I tuck my legs into my chest I fell wet. I look down and just about vomit up all the food I’ve had since I’ve got here. Pooling around my legs is a giant puddle of crimson liquid. My life force is slowly dripping out of places it should only go once a month. This is my breaking point, I start to sob uncontrollably. Out of all the ways to die this was not very high on my list. I would rather be stabbed to death then die by bleeding out after a rape. O.K maybe I’m being a little dramatic but hey can you blame me? My life is in ruins around me and there is nothing I can do to fix it. I got away once and unless I play nice and fall in love with Prince Charming which I don’t see happening, I’m going to die in this hell hole of a cell. I have spent the last three weeks making friends with the rats, the furry kind not the ones that work for Alexander. Speaking of Alexander I haven’t seen or heard from him since he came down here at the one week mark, if only he would of taken Noah with him that would have solved a lot of my problems today. At that thought the invasion of tears starts again. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. The last time I cried was when the buried the empty casket for my brother when I was ten and a half. The footsteps above me fade away and I breathe a sigh of relief. I curl up tighter ignoring the blood that is now around my ankles and try to sleep knowing I’m going to need it for what they have planed.