Big Time Adoption

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

The rest of the evening went by smoothly. We had dinner and some downtime together as a family. The only problem I had with the boys this evening is the fact that they would stop apologizing about forgetting about me in the mall.

It was getting really annoying. But they finally stopped. Now I’m lying in bed staring up at the ceiling and trying to sleep, but I can’t fall asleep. I’ve been lying here for what seems like forever. Tossing and turning, tossing and turning; I just kicked my blanket on the floor. I looked over at the clock on my bedside table that read 11:11 PM. 11:11PM-time to make a wish-

I looked at the cursed digital clock on the table nearby. Why was that there? It’s not like I wanted to know how many hours I’ve been tied up. The clock reads 11:11-wishing time. ‘I wish I could get the hell out of this place.’

I heard heavy footsteps outside. My daddy’s back. I take a deep breath; maybe if I just breathe deeply I’ll be alright. I watch as the door knob slowly turns and then the door to our log cabin creeks open. I close my eyes and try not to think about what he’s going to do; I know that pain is coming.

“My angel,” he says as he unties the harsh ropes that are binding my wrists together behind my back, “I’ve missed you darling Adelaide,” he said. There was a poison to his words, an unspeakable tone to his voice. He reminded me of a snake: sneaky, quiet, charming. I hated him. I hated him with a burning passion. My hair was covering my eyes, and he pushed it back gently as he caressed my cheek.

My anger was boiling inside me as he yanked me out of the straight-backed wooden chair I was sitting in and he pushed me onto the bed. He held me down as he shackled me to the bedposts. I feel disgusted. I can’t believe that a man could do this to his own daughter. He ran his hands up and down my body; it made me feel dirty and sick.

His hands moved from the outside of my clothes to under my shirt when he began to play with breasts. A tear rolled down my face when he began palming himself through his jeans. He started to undress me, slowly, ‘sexily’. This was all a game time him. I was his little play thing. I’d never been his daughter.

I sometimes wonder if he’d killed my mother, or if she left him because of the way he treated her. Whatever the case, I’m just glad she’s not dealing with this right now. I tried to fight him off as best I could but I was chained up. He hit me in the face, just hard enough to make me pass out. I awoke an hour later to the sound of the old analogue Grandfather Clock that sat in a dark corner of the room.

I shot straight up from the bed and tried to catch my breath. My breaths were staggered and I was sweating. I felt numb even though I knew that no one had touched me. I looked to the clock and noticed that it was now midnight. I wasn’t going to be able to close my eyes again. I sat in the dark for the longest time, clutching the worn out blanket of mine.

I finally decided it was time to get one of the guys; I wasn’t going to be okay by myself tonight. I love them all, but who am I going to disturb? Logan’s room was the closest, being right across the hallway from mine. Then a little further down was Carlos. But in a whole other hallway, James and Kendall were tucked away in their rooms.

I opened my door and crept as silently as possible across the hall, but still decided not to barge right into another person’s bedroom. I knocked softly on the door. Logan opened it looking half asleep. His hair was disheveled from lying in bed, and he yawned before he registered I was standing there. I guess I looked as scared and disturbed as I felt because he wrapped his arms around me and held me for a moment. “Are you okay?” he asked in a concerned whisper.