Taken From Reality

Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Ryan’s POV

I walked up to the girl’s door and knocked lightly before walking in, she looked so sad as she sat in the corner of her bed. She wouldn’t even make eye contact with me so I walked up to her slowly.

“Are you alright?” I asked as I sat down at the end of the bed. She didn’t move at all just began to cry louder. This made me sick; I really wanted to help her.

“I um, I know this is tuff but it will get better, I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure of that. Please don’t push me away.”

She lifted her head up a little bit and just began punching every bit of me she could, I wanted to stop her as it hurt but I felt so much pain for her.

“Please, I’m trying to help you. I know Malachi’s isn’t a good guy, please just stop.” I said with a shaken voice.

She calmed down a little at that and sat back and looked at me with desperate, water filled eyes.

“Who are you? Why is this happening?”

“My name is Ryan okay, I’ve been here for 7 years now, Malachi has basically made me his slave but he likes to say he’s just being my dad. You’re not the first this has happened to so please don’t feel alone. The nicer you are to him and the better you follow the rules the more privileges you’ll get. Bria has been down here for about two years now and she’s doing great, he barely ever bothers her.” I said hoping this would all bring some joy to her.

“Two years!” she shouted “What the hell is this?”

“This is your new life... could you tell me your name?”

She let out a deep sigh and said “Anika” then asked me to leave her alone. I really didn’t have any other reason to bother her so I agreed and before I left reminded her of the dinner plans and walked out of her room passing the other doors on my way upstairs.

I walked up the stairs and bolted the door up only to be slammed against the wall.

“Why were you down there so long Ryan, I really hope you’re not getting attached. They’re all whores, got it, just filthy whores. Now start preparing dinner.” Malachi said as he pushed down hard on my arms.

I shook my head and he released his grip and I scurried over to the kitchen. He is the worst human being ever to live.

Making dinner was now one of the few things I was good at. I was used to it for I had to prepare it every night for our routine dinner with the girls. I hated having to sit down there with them and see their torn expressions, but what other choice did I have. I know the consequences of not obeying Malachi, and that is not something I wish to endure.