Ghost

Chapter 2

As we sat there smiling at each other I notice someone come from behind him. My smile instantly fell from my face and I felt my eyes widen. I pushed myself into the corner again. Noticing the change in my behavior the man turned around to see an older man coming our way. The man with green eyes instantly yelled for him to stop, but ended up scaring me instead.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." He apologized, but I just sat there taking in the older man. He was younger than father, but older than the man with the green eyes. He was wearing a black suit like the men that came the day father locked me in this room. I didn't like him because of that. Then the older man spoke.

"We need to get her out of here. The longer we take, the more endangered she is." His voice isn't what I expected. His voice was gentle and soothing, unlike what I imagined. I imagined him to have a rough voice that boomed threw this plain room like fathers. I noticed them both staring at me with thoughtful expressions.

The silence was broken when a very familiar voice sounded outside the door. It's my father. My breathed picked up in terror at the thought of him. I started shaking and I could hear the growling and barking he would do outside my door. He did it to leave the fear of being beaten in me. It kept me silent and with that I learned to suppress any vocalization. I just became mute after a while.

Now as I sit on the floor of my room, I cover my ears in hopes to shut out the awful sounds. Rocking myself to feel some kind of comfort, I feel a hand land on my arm. I quickly jump back and cry out thinking a blow was soon to come. When nothing happened I looked up to find the man with the green eyes staring at me. He had tears in his eyes and an outstretched hand.

"Will you come with me?" The man asked. I just stared at his hand like a foreign object. What was I suppose to do with it?

He must have mistook my confusion with hesitance because he said "Come on. It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you, alright? I just want you to be safe." I hesitated in taking his hand. What if this was just a trick? What if father did this to see if I would leave? Would I be beaten? Most importantly, will I live through it?

These questions rushed through my head one by one. Many thoughts filled my mind, but one stood out clearly. If I didn't take the risk I would never see outside of this room again. I allowed the man to take my hand. It was a weird sensation to see his big rough hands cover my tiny bony ones. Right there I noticed that I probably was not healthy considering I was rarely fed.

I still felt that tiny stab of fear when he started walking me, but I wanted to get out. He quickly wraps my body in a blanket and then I remember that I was completely exposed. As he leads me through the house I can't help but feel nostalgic. Seeing all the knick-knacks on the china cabinet brought back memories of when I was free. Memories I held on to because they were my only way of remembering what the outside felt like. Then I heard the heavy footsteps coming from behind me.

   "You have been a very bad girl, haven't you?"