Trapped

Chapter 6

Kiera's POV
I woke up to a throbbing headache. I tried to put my hand on my head when I realised they were tied down. I looked down only to see I was tied to a chair.
I tried to remember what happened, that's when it hit me.
'The bear trap'. I started to panic. My heart was beating so quick and fast like it was going to fly out of my chest. I looked down at my leg to see if it was ok. My leg had been bandaged. I didn't feel as faint as I did before.

I looked around the room it was full of furniture and had a nice fire. I could feel the warmth of it and it made me realise, this wasn't a dream. While I was looking around I saw my dad. He was tied to a chair. He was trying to get out that's probably why he didn't notice I was awake. He had blood on his shirt and some on his face.

"Dad" I whispered softly so that the other man couldn't hear.
"Kiera" he took a relieving breath.
"You're awake"
I smiled, At least I had my dad with me, it gave me hope. I tried to joke to lighten the mood even though it was pointless.
"No I'm still asleep" I did manage to get a laugh out of him but he became serious again.
"I promise you, I'll get you out of here."

I smiled but warned him. "Don't do something stupid, that's going to get you killed, Promise me."

I was close to tears but he smiled and nodded. "When do I ever do something stupid?" I smiled with small chuckle.

"Bethany you're awake". We both turned to see a man standing in the doorway. He walked into the room straight to me. He didn't even glance at my dad he had his eyes pinned on me. He bent his knees down to my level.
"Bethany sweetheart, how do you feel?"

"I'm not Bethany" I snapped. His face filled with horror. He slapped me on the cheek. My face was stinging with pain, I gave out a small cry of distress.

"Get away from her you son of a b*tch". My dad shouted. The man turned to my dad and walked across the room to him.

I watched helplessly as the man punched my dad repeatedly in the face and stomach. My dad had blood flowing down his face like a stream. I began to cry uncontrollably. I kept shouting for him to stop but he wouldn't.
"I'M BETHANY". I screamed to him. He stopped and turned. He held the cheek which he slapped and said

"Are you hungry?"

"No, I'm not". I said shaking my head. He wiped away some of my tears.

"Stop crying or your going to dehydrate, we wouldn't want that." He smiled showing his crystal white teeth. How does someone living in the woods have such white teeth? But that was the least of my worries. I smiled back and he got up to leave before he left the room he said
"I'll make you a sandwich, incase you get hungry". Then he left.

I looked over to my dad.
"Dad?"
There was a long silent pause, I feared the worst, then I heard him cough and I started to smile and laugh like I had just got the gift I have always wanted for Christmas.

The man walked back in with a sandwich on a plate. He put it on the table.
"You sure you're not hungry?"
I nodded. I tried to stay calm because I've saw what he's like when he's angry and I didn't want to see that again. I swallowed with fear, afraid I might say the wrong thing.

"Could I help him?" I asked looking at my dad.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to get mad".

"It's ok". I said quietly and soft. Holding back the strong urge I had to strangle him.
I smiled, and he held my cheek and walked back into the kitchen. He walked back into the room holding a first aid kit in one hand, and a bowl of warm water in the other.

He put it on the table and I noticed a gun in his belt.He untied my hands and let me help my dad. He warned me not to try anything. I nodded my head, and walked towards my dad.

I dipped the cotton wool in the water and wiped away most of the blood, one of the cuts was deep. The man must have punched him in the same wound countless times.

"That needs stitching". The man said over my shoulder making me jump. He extended his hand and touched the wound.
"I'll do it, you're a bit shaky". He said and he walked out. I looked down at my hands, I was shaking, I didn't even notice. I started to untie my dad. I only managed to untie one hand, before I heard him walking back in. I carried on wiping the blood, pretending that I didn't do anything.

He walked back in with a needle and thread. He put alcohol over the cut to prevent infection. My dad jumped groaning in pain. He then started to stitch the wound. Once the man had finished he turned to put the equipment away and to wash it.
"Sit on the chair and wait for me to come back." He instructed before he left. I nodded my head as a reply.

I got off the chair and started to untie my dads other hand. He tied it so well it was hard to unknot. I finally loosened it. I put my hand over his stitched wound. He flinched, and opened his eyes.
"Kiera" he whispered weakly.
"Get ready". I looked at him confused. I heard footsteps and ran back to the seat and sat down.
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