Revenge On You

1. Beginning ●

Abby

The attic floor boards creak here as the people below me hussel around below me.

Sometimes I can hear them dancing down there; the music is the only good entertainment.

Hearing their laughter honestly makes me want to yell at them. But it's not like they can hear me anyway from up here.

No windows causes my lungs to feel helpess as if they were wings clipped from a bird, from the lack of fresh air.

I said to no one in particular, "If you don't come off, I will have no choice but to bite you off," while messing with the floorboard in front of me.

  I was trying for the hundredth time to pry it off, failing again.

"Okay, I guess you didn't want to give me a break," I let out a sigh, dropping my head. I've tried every stupid board up here, and not one has ever given me a victory.

My eyes looked at each nail on it, glaring at its stubbornness.

It's cold, even though there are no holes from the outside. I can tell it's fall, which beats the hot summers of no wind flow.

  Whoever built this place really did a good job but also made it a prison at the same time. My poor excuse of a shirt kept falling off my shoulder, leaving it exposed to be bitten by the dangerous abominable snowman.

I don't have much here, not that I own for myself, which is fine.

  I swiped the collar of my shirt up to put my shoulder back in the safety zone as I slid my hands over the board next to the previous one, giving it a mighty tug only to be laughed at by the dried piece of a dead tree.

My name is Abby Sallow. Okay, I need to stop repeating my name or I'm actually going to go insane.

No, I can't go insane if I just talk to myself most of the time. Wait, that would make me insane, in fact.

Oh, how my parents would be proud of their stolen daughter going insane. But I could have been a doctor.

No, that wouldn't do because it seems like it takes patience, and I lost that a long time ago now.

Now, looking around at these walls being eaten by cobwebs I often think of who I could've been if I wasn't ripped away that night.

I don't remember much from that night. I was young and tired. But now I know if I get out of here, I'm going to eat the most delicious food and punch whoever wanted me to be here in the first place.

Like, really? Can I not even be offered a broom here or basic living essentials? Ugh.

The hatch door opened with its rusty squeal flopping open on the ground with a thud, I dont have to turn around to acknowledge its one of the alphas guards. The high ego stench could be smelt from miles away, like a poison.

"Abby I can see you haven't ate your dinner, such rebellion." the man cooed like I was some small child that needed comfort from a stranger. Keeping eyes focused on the wood ahead of me I gave a little shrug, causing a tsk from him.

"No man likes disobedience from a women, you should know this personally." Running a hand over my entangled hair as he stepped in front of me his shoes coming into view, I couldn't help but look up to him with a boring look.

"Eating something that isn't edible isn't worth it." I said dryly watching as his gaze went to the plate. "Food is food, when given." He said.

Even though this man was dumb, I didn't want to let him win by just laying low. Wouldn't take much for him to have what he wants or even to kill me wouldn't even take much.