Trapped

Chapter 7

The man came in and tied me back to the chair. I watched him tie it so I could get an idea of how to unknot it quicker, but I lost track his hands they were flying all over the place.

I looked up at something moving in the background, It was my dad. He got up and moved closer behind the man.

"That's done, it's not too tig-". The man was cut off by my dad's punch. My dad hit him in the back of the head. He fell forward, almost on top of me before my dad grabbed him and dragged him back.

My dad kept punching him in the face while he was on the floor. I saw the man reach for his belt. He was reaching for his gun.

"DAD, HIS GUN" I screamed across to him. My dad looked at me which gave the other man time to get back to his feet. He hit my dad in the side of the head. My dad fell to the floor. The man held the gun to his head. My eyes widened as I processed what was going on.
"WAIT, STOP" I begged the man to stop. "PLEASE STOP, DONT HURT HIM".
My dad looked at me.
"Close your eyes". I shook my head but I did as I was told and closed my eyes. Tears started to fall. It was silent so I opened my eyes. When I looked, I saw the man still standing there, it was as though he was having second thoughts his finger was twitching on the trigger.
"Please" I whispered in desperation But it was useless the man looked at me and said
"He's not your father, I am" and he pulled the trigger. Just like that my dad was gone.
"NO" I screamed. "You b*stard."

"Shhhh, it's ok I'm here now." The man came closer to me. He held his arms out as if he was going to hug me. I screamed and shouted from the top of my lungs.
"GET AWAY FROM ME". I kept kicking my legs and pulling my hands trying to out. It wouldn't work.

"STOP BEING SUCH A SPOILT BRAT, I GAVE UP EVERYTHING FOR YOU ".

I stopped shouting and kicking, I just cried. When he shouted it caught me off guard. I just sat there in shock and cried.

"I'll let you calm down, I'll be back in a little while".
He was so much calmer and relaxed, it was disturbing. He was acting like he didn't just kill my dad.
My dad's body was still there on the floor. I sat there and cried harder every time I saw him.
The man came in and took my dad's body and left.
I sat there alone, in the quiet, crying.
I couldn't help but feel my dad's death was my fault. If I kept my mouth shut maybe he wouldn't have looked at me, but if I didn't he would have shot him anyway, wouldn't he have?

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I woke up to a soft voice calling me, I don't even remember falling asleep. I had a horrible head ache, it must have been from crying so much.
"Breakfast". I smiled at the sound, I was so hungry. Once I opened my eyes I gasped in shock. I pushed my back into the chair and started to shake. I just wanted it all to end.

"Morning sweetheart" he had such a huge smile on his face. It was so freaky. His smile started to fade and anger started to consume him.
"Are you not going to say it back?"
I looked down I just wanted to cry all over again. I coughed quietly and gave a hopeless whisper
"Morning".

"That's my little girl" he smiled again.

I refused to eat my breakfast moving my face in the opposite direction. I didn't know what he had done to it. He slapped me each time so I gave up fighting and just ate. He gave me some water to drink and left to wash up.
I sat there in the empty room. All the blood had been cleaned, the chair my dad was tied to was moved. It was as if he was never there.

After a few minutes the man came back in.
"I have a surprise for you."

Normally when someone would say that I would be so excited but this time I was dreading it, He was more excited than I was.
He untied the rope and stood behind me. He put a blindfold over my eyes and guided me. He had each hand, on each shoulder.I extended my arms looking out for any walls or objects.

When he took the blindfold off I was in a bedroom. Everything was mostly purple and blue. It looked like a girl's bedroom. The bed was cleaned and the room was spotless not one thing was out of place. There were pictures and frames. I couldn't see them clearly, they were on the other side of the room.

"I'll let you settle down."
I nodded my head. I took a step forward and he walked out shutting the door behind me. I heard it lock then the sound of his foot steps faded away.

I walked across the room to the photos. I picked up one of the frames. It was a picture of him and a young girl, the same age as me. She was pretty. We had a few features that were the same, too similar as though we were twins. We both had brown hair and hazel eyes. By the look of the pictures they spent a lot of time together. She must be Bethany I thought to myself. I sat there on the bed holding a picture of them both by a lake. I sat there wondering what happened to her. That's when I remembered the newspaper report.
"Bethany drowned in a lake". I said thinking out loud.

"DONT SAY THAT." I put the frame on the bed and stood up quickly turning to face the door. He ran at me. I thought he was going to kill me, but he sat on the bed, picked up the frame and stroked his hand over the frame.

"She was my little baby. It was just me and her."

I slowly sat on the bed. Trying not to make any sudden movements. I coughed and asked
"what happened to her?"
It looked like he was crying but I couldn't really tell. I was too scared to stare at him.
"She fell and drowned."
I felt sorry for him. Losing someone is hard I know how it feels, I lost my dad.
"Sorry" I whispered. "What happened to her mom?"

"She left when she was a little girl."

"Sorry" I repeated.
He looked at me and smiled. He reached out and grabbed my hand.
"It's ok, you're here now. We can both live together. You can be Bethany. We can be happy again."
I pulled my hand back.
"No we can't be happy. I want to go home."
He lowered his eyebrows and left the room before shouting.
"You're not going anywhere!"

He slammed the door and locked it behind him. I screamed as loud as I could and ran and started to kick the door as hard as I could, relieving all my anger.

Tears started to stream down my face. I slowly started to stop kicking the door. I gave one final kick before I turned and slid my back down the door. I sat on the floor with my head on my knees tucked in to a ball.
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