I wonder how many other girls are down here. I hear crying but I can't see a damn thing. How the hell does this guy expect us to do anything with no lights. As I'm taking in what just happened I hear footsteps. It's not the guy because they are right near me. It's either a girl or someone else trying to hurt me. As the figure gets closer I see it. It's Bridget. I thought she was at a movie. She looks stunned as well and I can see a scar on her forehead. It's huge. She needs medical attention but this guy obviously doesn't give a shit.
"Taylor.." She says quietly. She sounds scared. "I'm here." I cry grabbing her and hugging her tight. She hugs me back. It seems like forever we were standing there. In silence. Just hugging each other. The only sound was the faint crying of us, and whoever else was in this hell hole. We need to get out of here. But that's kind of hard considering I don't know where I am or how the hell I could get out.
I can see two other girls on the couch. They look like they have been here for a while. They are blonde as well. So I assume this guy has a thing for blondes. Maybe the other girls are sisters too. Bridget leads me over to the couch and we sit down. The others girls look over and smile. Why the fuck are they smiling? We're in a god damn prison. "Why the fuck are you happy about this?" I yell at them. The taller blonde, who has blue eyes and is utterly beautiful, flinches "Could you shut up?" She whispers, "he's gonna hear you!" I start to speak but Bridget grabs me and covers my mouth. "He's coming." She whispers into my ear.
I see the door open and the guy flips a light switch. My eyes burn because I haven't seen light in a little bit. The place looks...nice. I know that's weird to say but it's true. It sort of looks like a doll house. Like one of the houses I played with as a kid, when my dad wasn't beating me that is. The guy walks down and grabs Bridget pulling her up the stairs. She yells and I get up trying to run after her but the two blondes grab me and pull me back. He can't take my sister. I scream and kick but I can't seem to get away from those blondes.
What the fuck is he doing with her.
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The Monsters In My Home
JugendliteraturTaylor, a 15 year old girl, was just starting high school. She loved going to school because it got her away from home, where the monsters that hurt her were. Little did everyone know she called them mom and dad.