A little scared

1. When it Rains

Daisy

Im frozen in place. I can't bring myself to move from this spot. People shove past me, knocking into my shoulders, occasionally stepping on my feet. The terminal is busy with movement but my small figure is still unmoving. My father's words were the glue that kept me from even flinching.
You don't move without permission. I'll know. I'll know and you'll be punished.
His words echoed throughout my head every time I thought about leaving my place. I cant. He will know, and I will get hurt. I'll be punished. Ever since the attendant dropped me off here a couple of hours ago, I've been waiting for my aunt who was supposed to be here to pick me up. Im not sure if I just don't remember her, but I haven't seen any sign of her presence and it's starting to make me anxious. She was supposed to be here two hours ago. Did she forget about me? Should I find an attendant to help me? No. I need to stay here. She will come eventually.
At this point, barely anyone is left in the terminal. I wait and wait but my legs begin to ache in pain. The migraine that's been persisting has gotten worse and it's hard to keep my eyes open at this point. Im scared and nothing here is familiar. I hug myself tightly as tears start to run down my cheeks. I can't keep myself up anymore. I need to move. Suddenly I feel my legs give up and I fall to the floor. I feel my head crash harshly into the tile floor and I fall into darkness.

     My father woke me up this morning and told me to pack a bag and to be ready in 10 minutes. I barely had anytime to do anything. I met him in the foyer. His face was upset with downturned eyebrows. I knew he wasn't happy. That meant punishment was a lot more likely to happen because of his mood.
     "You're leaving for Germany in an hour. Im bringing you to the airport." he says gruffly as I stand in front of him. Im shocked and surprised and scared all at once. Why this all of a sudden? I know he doesn't want me here but this of all things? I keep my face cool and unchanged in fear he would be upset at my reaction. Who knows what he would do. "You'll be working as a maid beside your aunt for a very influential family. They have also offered free disciplinary services to put you in your place. Maybe you'll become a decent human being" he scoffed. I frown at my shoes without saying a word. You're never supposed to say a word unless you're asked a question. You'll be punished if you do.
     The pain in my wrist was heavy as my dad dragged me along to the car. I kept my mouth shut with no complaints but I was screaming in my head for help. Who knows what will happen? I don't know those people! I barely even know my aunt! The only information my father has given me is that my aunt works and lives with an influential and wealthy family. He never mentioned what they did or how they gained influence and so I was scared. What if they were bad people? Atleast they couldn't be any worse than the situation I'm in now. The way my dad talked about how tough they are makes me doubtful though.
     I will just have to keep my head low for the next six months and try to survive. And maybe... I could try to leave. I could try to escape. I'll just have to keep a lookout for opportunities when I get there.
     The car ride to the airport was quiet except for my father's occasional mutter. He scared me a lot when he was like this. Cold and blunt. He was like this most of the time but sometimes.. I could almost believe he was actually a loving dad. That wasn't now though. No. He was a cold monster who would kill me if it wasn't against the law. Plus, he wouldn't want his reputation to be ruined. He loved to impress his friends with his "happy and loving family".
     "We are here"

     Suddenly, I'm jolted from my sleep. A tall figure loomed over me and for a minute I forgot where I was. I rubbed the drowsiness away from my eyes and squinted up at the person.
     "H-hello..?" I say quietly. The person reaches his hand towards me to help me stand and I take it softly. As I stand up I get a better look at the man; he was tall, about 6'4", dark almost pitch black hair with piercing blue eyes. He had beautiful pale olive skin with tattoos that peeked out from the cuffs of his long sleeve dress shirt. He dressed nice. I wonder who he is...
     "It's not polite to stare." He says coldly. My eyes widen in shock and I realize my situation. I've moved. He'll know. Im going to be hurt. Badly. Im so scared. What do I do? How will I live? "Hey, hey I didn't mean to scare you, I was just playing around with you," he rushed out, now with a soft expression "it's okay". I keep my head down not wanting to anger the man anymore. He probably works with my father. He's probably here to take me away. I moved. Im such a bad person, why would I disobey my dad? Suddenly I feel his hands on my shoulders. "Please, look at me. It's okay, really!" I look up shyly to see his worried expression.
     "I-I'm sorry.." I whisper under my breath as a few tears fall from my face. He shakes his head in dismissal. His hands fell from my shoulders as he reaches to grab my bags that were scattered out around me. They must've fallen when I fell earlier. I look at him confused, why is he taking my things?
     "Im here to pick you up in place of your aunt," he announces matter of factly, as if reading my mind "she was busy with work and completely forgot about your being." He looked angry and annoyed. He must've been upset about having to come get me. He probably wants to be anywhere but here. "So," he trails as he looks at me curiously now "are you okay? Are you hurt? Tired? It must've been a long day". He looks worried now as he scans over my face. I must look terrible. I did hit my head. "Oh god! You're bleeding!" He quickly rushed and pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket and held it gently on my head. My eyes widen in surprise at the information. I hate blood. I start to feel light headed all of a sudden as I feel my head and see blood on my hand. Then, like every other time I see blood, everything goes dark.