We walk out of the station and to his car. I get in the very back seat, trying to stay as far away from him as possible. He has some kind of wrap around his hand where I slammed his finger into the car door.
He just stars the car and we drive onto the street. He does not seem happy.
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We drive for about an hour, until we get back to the where house. We just get out of the car and walk through the door. He grips my arm and pulls me in, dragging me behind him. He shoves me into my room and doesn't say a word. I walk in there, and he slams the door. I look down at my arm and see that it is red. I carefully glide my fingers over the marks. Then I walk over to my bed and sit down.
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He is still giving me the daily McDonald's. I am still able to take showers and sleep in my bed. So far I have not been punished for what I did. This is all so confusing, I don't k ow what to do about anything. I mean don't get me wrong, I'd way rather be here than the old where house or the prison cell. But I wish I could go home.
Since there's not a lot to do here, I started snooping around my room. I want to see if he got everything right. I open all the drawers to
my dresser, I look in to see if he has the key to my jewelry box in my makeup bag in the bottom left drawer. He did. I open the jewelry box and all my jewelry is in it, even the stuff I was wearing the day I got kidnapped. How did he get it here? All my makeup is the same. My perfume is as full as it is in my real house. Thai is insane! This would feel like home, if the door wasn't locked.
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Niagara Falls With Me
No FicciónKaris Khoole is an ordinary teenage girl. Until she decides to rebel against her mother and gets kidnapped. This book is about her struggles to get free. With a big twist in the end. Read to find out what happens to Karis. This is not your ord...
