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Day 1

I wake up on the bare mattress. My neck aches without a pillow. In the dim light, I slowly make my way to the table. Dad said he would call. He probably thinks I'm just ignoring or busy. Lizzy should be mad since I stole her future husband. No one would take notice and worry in probably about a week or two. It feels like the time I got stuck in the elevator. We with no one but myself and trouble. Right now, I should be trying to find a way out, but I can't. There is something on that beautiful face I cannot deny. My stomach makes a large growl. Is going to feed me? Is he going cf to let me die down here? Torture me just because. . . . . Wait, why? Why am I down here? So many questions I have to ask but I as m afraid. Wait the events from last night isn't just the beginning? The door opens, letting in a bright light. Must be in his garage. He comes down dressed casually for school. The grin on his face describes his good mood.

"Morning sunshine." He says. He places a tray in front of me. It has a bowl of oatmeal and a mug of coffee. I don't drink coffee but I hold my tongue. I don't want to get on his temper, I don't know what the torture will include. He takes a seat comfortably and pushes the tray toward me.

"Eat." I don't even take a glance at him at him and dig in. I gulp down the we coffee and take full spoons of oatmeal. Once I'm done, I look up at Sam. He has a beautiful wide smile on his face. He raises his eyebrows, waiting for a response.

"Thank you." I whispered looking down at the table.

"After school, I'm going to the mall today to get the rest of your wardrobe ready and a new brighter light bulb. And shower wise," he makes his way to across the room to a big bucket, it almost look like a tub with a foisit on the wall. "Will be a bath."

"Does anyone know you do this?" The words slip my mouth before I can stop them. His eyes turn dark as turns around and comes toward me.

"How dare you question me like that!" My heart is speeding and my breathe is wretched. He slaps me across the face. I fall off the chair. "Out of all the things I've done and planned for you." This time out of air, a large crash against my face. There is splotches in my vision. My jaw aches and tooth feelers a little loose. Blood fills my mouth. Tears roll down my scrunched eyes. "You will respect me at all times. I will start taking things away. Things you will need one day." He say. I hear his footsteps as he walks out. I sob. Why is this happening to me. It feels like the time at the stair case. Where I thought I wasn't going to make it. Hoping a miracle would happen. Mom would appear. No such luck. I get up and look at the so called "shower". It has mouse droppings and dirt. I turn on the cold water a little and carry the buket to the sink and pour it out. I wash it out a little bit more until I have a little more confidence in it. I also wash out the sponge and bar of soap found in the corner. I fill up the bath with hot water and sit in it. I think on how relaxing it is. That just makes me miss home. Dad didn't want to sleep in the master bedroom no more so we switched. It was the week after mom left. In the bathroom was a massive tub that I would just sit in until my fingers were wrinkled. The thought made me smile. Then the haunting reality came. I couldn't get out. I didn't want to get out. I'm not making any sense. What if. . . If it we're the pills making me feel this way? A drug. Oh, please tell me this isnt real.

I start scrubing myself remembering that he can come anytime he'd like. I realize a bruise and my arm and my shoulder. I check my legs too they are bruises too. There's also a cut in my lip. This I add b err ggining to worry me more.

Since I have no clean underwear, I just wash the same one and let it dry for a while But once I'm done I try to look for a towel. None. Great. If I'm going to stay down here I need my needs. But who said I'm staying? Oh my gosh I'm so out of place. I can't do this anymore. Here I am naked with no clothes or towel. I let myself air before putting everything on. I feel exhausted so I decide to take a nap. With an arm as a pillow I slowly fall to sleep.

I'm in a snow white place. Farther away from me is a tree with nothing but branches. I see someone peek from behind and hide again. Then I hear a familiar giggle.

"Mom!!" I run to the tree as fast as I can.

"Mom?" I look behind the tree to see her on the ground dirt and blood cover her face the the clothes she wore the last day of her life. I get down to my knees and brush the hair off her face.

"Mom, c'mon. We have to leave to the hospital. You can do it." I try to drag her or pick her up.

"Cassandra," she croaks and lifts her hand to my cheek. "I love you." She closes her eyes and with a sigh she's gone. Her hand falls to the ground. I sob.

I wake to the door. My panties! I slip them on with the pants they are still a little damp and slip them on with my pants. I try to stand like nothing happened. I bet my hair is messier than it is. No time to smoother it down.

"What you've been up to?" Sam tosses a laundry bag at face. How does know my size. He probably rapped me. Oh no. I've been drug and rapped. That's probably why I have been sore and bruised. OMG I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!

"Nothing, really." I respond and open the bag. Its full of clothes. Toothbrush and toothpaste, deodorant, tampons. "Thank you."

"Ima bring in a drawer and a little wardrobe since there is no closet. Make you feel comfortable." He add miles widely. I think he means something else. I swallow loudly.

"Anyway I'm gonna get me a beer." He goes up the stairs and closes the door I sigh in relief. Part of me wants him to stay. It's like I'M fighting with myself. I run my h a it through my fingers. I have to get out.