I was done with all the cleaning. My body aches. As i get up from cleaning the floor, i feel my back bones pop.
My hands are red and sore from scrubbing at stains from the walls and floors.
I would've looked for a way to escape but Harry is still in the house. Besides , I've come up with a plan. All i have to do is let Daniel do whatever he wants to do with me. Then, i make him believe that I'm used to it after a while. When he least expects it, I'll escape.
No that's crazy. If i do that , then I'm just giving up my body to him. So that plan is out.
Then what do i do then? I could always kill him in the night while he's sleeping. But i don't even know where he sleeps and what if he locks his bedroom door?
Well I'm screwed.
Then i here a door swing open. Daniel stumbles in and nearly crashed to the ground.
Shit. He's drunk.
I watch his eyes as they finally focus me standing in front of him. He then smiles.
"Heyyyy. If's fizzzzy bright?"
"What?"
"Fizzy."
Finally i realize that he is trying to say my name.
"It's Liz.", i corrected.
"Liz....mmm going do fuck you cow."
I froze. I knew he was going to rape me but i didn't expect it so soon. He's also drunk , which makes me even more scared.
He starts to make his way towards me. Then he collapsed.
I just stand there. Then i get an idea. A very brilliant idea.
I haven't seen Harry all day and i assume he's sleeping. So i walk to the kitchen , the cold floor biting at my bare feet. I grab the largest pan i could get
I walk over to Daniel and i bang the pan on his head as hard as i can. Then, i stay silent for a moment to make sure that Harry isn't awake.
When I'm sure that he's not awake , i immediately search Daniel's jeans for keys. I find them in his back pocket. As i go to the door, I get very paranoid. I don't want to get caught.
I don't want to even think about what may happen to me if i get caught. All these thoughts make me try to unlock the door faster. Which is seems impossible because there are at least seven keys Daniel has.
Just when i start to panic and on the verge of a break down, I get the door open. I can't even begin to explain the relief that washes over me.
Then, i start running. I don't know where but i started running.
I mentally face palmed myself for not bringing a pair of shoes. Now my feet are already bruising and getting scratches. I almost stop from all the pain from my feet and legs from running. I could barely catch my breath. But i keep running anyway.
I look around and i don't seem to recognize this place. They must've drove me far from where i come from. That's terrifying.
I know that my body is weak. I haven't eaten anything since the morning , my body is aching and I'm so tired.
I tell my body to keep going but instead of obeying , it collapses. Then, i fall into a deep sleep.
