"let's lay down some rules." he began.
"one. you will do as I say when I say it.
two. you will clean and cook and do laundry when I ask you two.
three. you will obey,
four. you will sleep where I sleep
five. I will tell you when to shower.
follow the rules, and everything will be fine. maybe you'll get to know me outside of being a scary kidnapper." he said, getting close to me and staring into my soul before walking away, leading the way for his friends and I.
"this is our bedroom." he said, opening the door to reveal a large, white room with a black bed. "this is wear we'll sleep and maybe, we can go get some of your things if it is possible."
after an hour of going through the rules and the house, he finally sat me down and addressed what they were all thinking.
"so.. why do you have so many bruises and scars on your body?"
"I-I'm really clumsy. and I self harm." I tried to lie, but you can't really lie about the consecutive lines on your body.
"you're not clumsy. who's doing this to you?"
"my stepfather."
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my kidnapper is my savior. /Billie Joe Armstrong/ DISCONTINUED
Fanfic"tell that slut daughter of yours to go get us a carton of ciggies." that was the order from my step father, that changed my life forever.
