Trapped

Chapter 3

Standing in front of Aidan's door, I do my best to not let my face show any signs of pain. He didn't need to know what happened and nor will he ever. He asked me multiple times before where I get these new bruises from but I never tell him the truth. He's better off not knowing how our father truly is. He didn't need to know that he was a monster.

Opening the door to his bedroom, I see Aidan playing with his large collection of action figures. He didn't notice me when I walked in, he was already too into his little world to notice. I always loved getting him a new one every year for his birthday. Even though I needed to save up money to buy it for him, it was worth seeing his bright smile every time.

"Hey babe" I said, interrupting his playtime.

"Oh, hi Rosie!" He smiled back.

"Are you hungry? I can make you Mac n' cheese if you'd like."

"Ok! Can I help you make it?"

"Sure Aidan, c'mon." I replied holding out my hand for him to take. He took my hand with a large grin displaying on his face. He is always smiling, I'm surprised his face muscles didn't hurt.

As we entered the kitchen, I went to the cabinet to get the Mac n' Cheese.

"Which one you want, SpongeBob or ScoobyDoo?" I asked, turning around to face Aidan.

"SpongeBob, please!" He replied rather excitedly.

"Nice choice."

Grabbing the SpongeBob kind, i started making the food for him. Mac n' Cheese was probably his favorite cardboard box food. Whenever we had it at home he would make me make it. I had to cut down the supply of boxes because sooner or later he would've turned into the food.

"Hey Rosie, can I put the cheese in?"

"Why of course" I replied with a grin.

After the food was ready, I sat down Aidan at the table, in his favorite seat.

"I'll be right back Aid, I'm just going to get my phone"

"Ok Rosie!" He replied, with a mouth full of Mac n' Cheese.

Walking through the hall to get back to the front door, I soaked in all the photos that were hanging on the wall as I looked at them. There was a whole memorial dedicated to our family. I looked back to one of the photos on the wall, a picture that was taken when we went on our first picnic together.

I remember that day like it was yesterday. Aidan was still in Mom's womb at the time so he wasn't in the photo. I was about 12 at the time, with a mouth full of braces and two low pink tails at the sides of my head. I was an outgoing child, I loved to smile and dance around to any music. You wouldn't be able to tell that I was like that by looking at me now.

I moved my eyes from me to my parents who were sitting on the blanket. Mom and Dad looked so happy, so carefree. Mom was wearing that "I'm pregnant" glow all around. You wouldn't be able to tell that she was depressed. That she wasn't happy with her life. She was able to hide it so well.

Looking back at her in the photo, makes me realize how similar we looked. I got my long dark hair and slim figure from her. While I got my Father's green eyes and tan skin, but I ended up looking more like Mom.

I missed how she would read to me every night when I was little. I missed how she would give me kisses on my forehead every now and then. I missed her cooking even though she wasn't the best and we would always have to get take-out because she messed up dinner. I just missed her.

It makes me sad to think that Aidan doesn't have a mother anymore. He was only 2 when she passed, she was barely a memory to him, but to me she was my everything. If I had the chance to get her back I would take it. Maybe my life wouldn't be so horrible. Maybe I could have the perfect family for once.

I shaked my head at the thought. She was never coming back, and I needed to understand that. No matter how many times I wished that my life was a horrible dream, nothing was going to change. All I need to do is to stay strong, not only for me, but for Aidan as well.

Wiping away the tears, that I didn't notice fall, from the face, I walked away from the family photos. It was too heart breaking. I couldn't look at them without suddenly feeling depressed all over again. Some of the photos I couldn't even remember. I might have pushed those memories to the back of my head a long time ago. It was easier to forget the things that brought me this pain.

Finally the front door came into view, I began searching around to look for my purse. I noticed that it was by the wall that Father through me to. Getting my purse, I was happy that my phone wasn't damaged because If it was, I wouldn't get one for a while. Before going back to Aidan, I checked to make sure that everything was in the purse.

And then I froze.

My debit card was gone and I knew exactly who took it.