Escape

Get Out

●The Next Day●

I'm gonna get out at some point I swear. I swear it. I'm getting out of here, one way or another. I go downstairs for breakfast and keep it normal. The table is quiet. No one looks up from their dish or says a word.

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I'm in my room. Staring at the ceiling listening to music. They disconnected my phone, and turned off the wifi and hid the router. I can't get ahold of anyone. I'm alone. Everyone in this house is insane. Someone opens my door. I jump up and look. It's Mrs. Jamison.
"I don't know what your deal is you little tramp."
"W-what?"
"All over your foster brother. You're disgusting."
"What?! That's insane. We just talk! That's it!"
"I know girls like you. Don't care about yourself, low self esteem, will throw yourselves at any boy that comes their way. You're disgusting.
I immediately start crying. Where did she get that idea from? She immediately comes in my room and slaps me across the face.
"Listen up tramp, you're going to the basement."
"Please. Please no. For fucks sake please. I didn't do anything wrong I swear, you can ask him. I did nothing wrong."
"Yeah well, he's going too. Have fun."
"What? No!" She tries to grab me and I immediately shove her and she loses balance.
"You evil bitch!" I yell and I run. I run straight for the front door, I'm almost free. And then someone grabs me from behind, hand over my mouth and the other around my stomach.
"I don't think so sweetheart. You're going to the basement."
It's Mr. Jamison. Just then, he throws me into the basement. And there I am again.