His §† 𝑀𝒶𝓇𝒾𝒶

Chapter // Two

   I raised my hand again, mindlessly repeatedly slamming a fist against the door. My body weary, my mind groggy.

   Was this it? Was she really leaving me here to die? After all this time, why now? She was just screaming at me the day prior. Haven't I been punished enough? Haven't I suffered enough? I just want food.. water. A caring mother...

"Let me out!!" I yelled out breathlessly, panting out with it as I leaned against the door that hadn't been opened since, well since she had first opened it to lock me in here in the first place.

"You, you can't do this. You can't keep me in here forever.. I just- Can I at least have some Goddamn water!" I purposely used the Lord's name in vain, knowing it would have gotten a rise from her. But still, nothing... The silence I was met with, was enough to make me cry. One I had to force myself to suppress as I slumped against the door in utter defeat.

"Kill me then.. I don't care anymore... Anything but living a moment longer with you..." The more my anger went away, the colder I started to feel, the drowsier I started to feel. The more I started to drift away, rather it was to sleep or to the whichever place I was destined for after death, I don't know.

   The sounds of heavy footsteps suddenly plodded against my ear drums. I thought I imagined it at first, or maybe I was dreaming. Curiouser and curiouser, I grew as I was slowly drawn back in from the darkness. Such heavy footsteps, I almost thought it was mother, but something was.. different about them. More.. masculine.

   I crashed back from the thought, only realizing the door I had been leaning on, praying everyday would open, was now held open wide. The first thing I wanted to do, was go to the kitchen. But I couldn't as I stared up, mouth ajar in a foreign trance as I stared up at the man that opened the door leading to my freedom. His bright blonde hair slicked back in the most flattering way possible for his facial features. His hypnotizing blue eyes stared back at me, with bafflement and perplexity.

   I blinked out of the trance, my eyes flickering to the staircase behind him. Everything screamed at me too, but also screamed it was a trick. I don't care, as long as I die with some food in my stomach at least.

   I pushed myself up from the floor, stumbling as I passed him and up the stairs. It felt so surreal, just being able to get up and walk out of the very place that held me captive for so long. The place looked almost the same, little nicknacks or pictures caught my eyes as I slowly entered the living room, my eyes immediately landing on two new men that stood in the living room. They didn't even exist at the moment, nor the one that followed behind me as I continued further into the house in a daze. The memories, moments last spent free played out, all the stupid rumors, all my mother's religious rants and ravings.. there were no happy memories, but at least I was free. I was free now, wasn't I?

   I didn't wait to find out, not wanting to be forced back to my confinement before replenishing my basic human need for sustenance. The cats, mainly of which my mother had since I was a child, immediately swarmed me, forcing me to weave my way around them as I rushed for the fridge. The cats would visit me, not that I could actually physically pet them or anything but, them being there and their meows were enough to bring at least some comfort over the years. It was better than the bugs and other vermin that came to visit.

   It was oddly silent as I slinked through the house, oblivious and uncaring of their stares that burned into the back of my head as I crept into the kitchen. Were they not going to stop me? Were they not here to kill me? Or.. or worse. What if mother.. no. Mothers a monster but surely she didn't.. she didn't hire three men too..

   I grew more paranoid of the men's presence, but my hunger had grown more. If I was to be tortured, molested or even killed at my mother's request, they could wait. Like I've waited years to be let out of that cramp, lonely purgatory. Did I have sins, yes. Were they as bad or of what my mother claimed, no. I was merely a girl, were grew too fast and too much for people to comprehend. It's not my fault. It was natural, but still I was outcasted and tormented because of it.