Last night was not like the others, I woke up in other room I don't know what room is this in the house.
I hug my legs and look out the window with bars on the outside and in.
Where am I?
The door opens and the lady from last night, she walks in with a smile.
"Your awake, finally" she chuckled.
"Where am I" I ask.
"My house" she smirks.
"Does my owners know, I will be in trouble for leaving again" I ask standing up.
She grabs me by my hair "You will never go back" she yelled.
"Please" I whine. She shoves me on the ground and I cry. "I have to take care of my daughter" I cry.
•2 Weeks Later•
I was eating breakfast with mistress, that's what she wants me to call her.
"Don't play with your food" she says putting a piece of pancake in her mouth.
"I want sissy" I mumbled.
"Ask for her one more time I will beat the hell out of you again" she yelled.
"I have a daughter to take care of" I cry. She stood up "Please no, I'm sorry" I ran into the corner.
"Sit the fuck down and eat now" she yelled.
I nod "Yes mistress" I say scared.
Why is it always me, to get taken like this?
I can't even write letters to Jordan anymore.
I silently cry as I ate.
Soon, I went into Carlos room, her son.
"I'm sorry, I thought you left sir" I say about to walk out.
"Come here" he says. "What do you want" he asks.
"I had to clean your room sir" I mumbled.
"Go ahead" he smirks and stands up and goes in his bathroom.
I thought he left cause he wasn't down for breakfast.
I start to pick up his clothes and fix his bed.
I finished fast so he won't hurt me again.
I was put clothes in the dryer to put clothes in the washer.
Mistress walks in "Lets go" she says.
"I don't wanna go" I mumbled.
She grabs my arm and drags me out to the car.
She opens the door and pushes me in, she slapped me.
"Dare talk back to me again" she says.
"I'm sorry" I cried.
She slams the door closed and gets in the passenger seat.
Soon we get to her office at her company.
I sat on the couch "May I watch tv" I ask because the remote was on her desk.
"Write a apology letter to me about what you have done. Then you will sit there and think about what you did for a few, understood" she asks.
She never found out I can't read or spell or write things.
I know very little. "I can't read or spell or write" I frown looking at my hands.
"Them sit there and think about how fucking stupid you are" she says. "Why didn't you tell me" she yelled.
I jump and cover my ears "Im sorry" I mumbled.
