You'll Never Be Alone

Chapter 13

TW: rape

MADDIE'S POV

I'm sent to my new house. I can already tell it doesn't have the same homey feel that Taylor's house has. I follow the man and woman in and we sit on the couch.

"My name is William, her name is Olivia. We have a list of chores for you to do each day, if you don't do them, no dinner. Well, actually, no dinner at all, you need to lose some weight," William says. I nod and look away. I knew I wasn't the prettiest girl in town, but I didn't know I was the ugliest. "Lights off at 7:30, you wake up at 5:00 am, no phone from 1:00-7:30." I just nod again. "You can have the phone in your room, but don't go on it. Go to your room now." I nod and walk upstairs to the small room that's called mine. It has a bed, not even, a cot with a thin sheet on it. There's a bathroom connected to my bedroom. I walk in and see it, small blood stains lined the bottom of the shower. I look around in a panic. I don't know what happened. But I don't feel comfortable here at all. I lay down in bed before William walks in. He tosses me a list with chores.

"Are these all for today?" I ask quietly.

"You do these everyday. All of them everyday," William says. "And, your school starts tomorrow. Get started on the work missy." William walks out of the room and I sigh. I haven't been to school since the accident, years ago. I was either homeschooled, or out of school completely. I never stayed with somebody long enough to be enrolled in a real school. I lay down in bed and end up falling asleep. I wake up at 2 am and check my phone. There's so many missed calls and texts from Taylor.

Tay: Hey Mads!! I hope you're doing okay.

Tay: Mads, how's the new house??
Tay: Maddie, text me back

Tay: Maddie, please, i miss you

Tay: I love you so much Mads

Tay: Please call me Maddie

*14 missed calls from Tay*

I sigh and put my phone back down. I lay down and stare at the ceiling. William walks in and lays on top of me. I panic. Oh my fucking gosh. No way he's doing this. I start to sob as he removes himself almost 30 minutes later. I lay in bed shaking in fear. I slip out of bed the next morning and slip a hoodie over my head. I get ready for school and slip out the door without waking anyone up. I'm still terrified. I was raped, not even a day ago. What should I do? I can't tell Taylor. Not right now at least. I walk into first hour and sit down. I hear the comments pouring out of people's mouths, as if I'm nobody.

"Ew, what's wrong with her face?"

"Why's she so big?"

"Does she really need to eat all the extra food?"

I feel my body shake, please not a panic attack, but of course, it is. I run to the hallway in tears finally giving in and calling Taylor.