{Don't you run and hide
from the truth you decide.}
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Quinn.
I never believed my father when he said the cruel things the WLF was capable of, I refused to believe anyone had the capability of being that cruel, but now he's officially proved me right.
I've been held in captivity for at least two months now, blindfolded and tied up, only being aloud food and water when they feel I "deserved it."
I haven't seen daylight in two months.
Two fucking months.
All because of a stupid fucking fight between me and my father.
Just thinking about him makes me want to burst into tears, knowing I might not ever see him again, knowing he's probably lost all hope of ever finding me.
I've paid attention to my surroundings even being blindfolded, I pay attention to what they say, the sounds of their fucked up voices, the evil laughs from them, the horrible smell that reeks in the building itself.
"Abby, we don't know how many are out there, let alone how armed they are." I hear a man named owen say, his raspy voice echoing through the room I presume to be empty.
"Fine i'll do it my fucking self!" The woman yells, clearly growing frustrated with the man.
"Abby wait!" Owen calls,
I hear the loud boats clanking up the steps, followed by owen.
"one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine. ten." I count to myself, counting the amount of foot steps I hear walking up the stairs.
That tells me there's probably ten steps.
I want to get out of here, frankly I have to considering nobody's going to find me, i've waited two months to long.
I hear a loud door slam, that tells me they probably left the house, but I know there's more then two of them.
"it's now or never Quinn." I repeat to myself a few times, trying to get the courage to get out of this place.
I wait a few minutes, just to make sure I hear no other footsteps walking around up stairs.
"it's now or fucking never Quinn let's fucking go."
I say, still trying to find some sort of courage.
I throw myself back, the wooden chair I was tied to breaking beneath me, causing one of the zip ties that bound me to the chair to snap.
I take my free hand and bring the blind fold off of my face, squinting my eyes at the light that illuminates the room.
I see a knife laying on a table that's a few inches away from me, I make my way over to it dragging the chair along with me.
I grab the knife and bring it around to my back, searching for the other zip tie that's keeping me to the chair, I then take the knife and with one simple cut it falls off of my wrist and onto the floor.
I'm finally able to open my eyes almost all of the way, through blurred vision I can tell it's a basement, cold concrete floors with dirty white walls, one window that's sits high up, almost near the ceiling and definitely to far for me to reach.
I put my hands behind my back and place then on the cold ground, cringing when I feel the cold ground hit my skin.
I then try to push myself up, but failing miserably as my legs are to weak to walk.
After a couple tries i'm able to stand up and make my way towards the steps with wobbly legs, once i hit the tenth step I press my ear against the door listening for any indication that there were people still in the house.
I wait a few seconds, after not hearing anyone I slowly open the creaky door, slipping my way through without opening it all of the way, keeping the knife I found in hand.
I walk towards the door that I presume is the front door that leads outside of the house,as I slowly make my way towards the door I hear a voice from behind me that stops me dead in my tracks.
"Hey! How the fuck did she get out?!" The voice sounds from behind me,
I quickly go to open the door, pulling on the door handle and wiggling it at least fifty times once I realize it's not opening.
Before I can reach for the dead bolt I feel something being taken across the back of my head, causing me to fall down with blurred vision.
