The car comes to a slow halt along the curb outside a tall, brick house. The lawn is neatly taken care of with a small flowerbed that seems in good shape. This place doesn't seem like that much of a Hell hole so far. Think I might actually like it here.....if I don't go crazy, that is.....
"Follow me," one officer states as he shows me the way up the stairs to the front door.
I awkwardly stand behind him on the porch as he rings the doorbell, waiting for someone to welcome me. I look behind me just to see the view only to see the officer's partner standing at the sidewalk, ready to catch me if I try to escape, which I won't. A few seconds pass and the main door opens to reveal an older woman, definitely not a senior citizen but definitely not someone in their 20's. She looks like she's about 30, maybe even older.
"The Girls House?" The officer asks.
"Yes," the lady behind the screen door answers, "is this Liz?"
The guard's well built body steps out of the way, allowing the lady to get a good look at me, although that quick glance quickly turns into a long stare. Before I have a chance to say anything, she opens the door and allows me inside, so I grab my bags and enter. The house has all wooden floors with maroon colored walls; I'm not fond of the colors, but they work well together. My confidence suddenly shrinks when I get death glares from the other girls in the house. They all seem normal and nice, but they're probably just putting on an act because the head mistress is right behind me.
"Welcome, Liz-you do like to be called Liz, is that correct?"
"Yes, Liz is fine," I answer quietly, not wanting to have the girls label me so soon.
"Well, this is The Girls House. My name is Susan and I am the girls headmistress. If you need anything or want to talk just come find me. The girls should be making their way down to say hello shortly," she pauses to poke her head up the stairs, "oh girls! Liz is here! Come say hello!" She stops to turn back and look at me, "they'll be down soon."
"Um....where do I....." I trail off and then decide to start over, "what do I do here?"
"You will do chores and those chores will be able to give you some credits towards getting out and getting what the girls like to call, 'special treatment'."
"What's that?" I suddenly ask.
"Basically being able to make phone calls, get visitors-"
My ears suddenly get turned off after they hear that, because that's all I want to hear. I want to see them, the boys, my kids. I need to see them.
As Susan continues to go on (I have tuned her out at this point), I watch as girls who are definitely not virgins walk down the stairs and into what I assume to be the living room. They all take their seats and I slowly decide to do the same.
"Girls," Susan begins, "this is Liz. She is going to be staying here for a while so I expect you to give her a nice, warm welcome, alright?"
The girls all nod and then she continues.
"Let's all introduce ourselves to Liz. Emma, you can go first."
Everyone's eyes focuses on a girl with dirty blonde hair. She has a nose ring on and multiple piercings in her ears.
I'm sorry but I thought these girls were harmless.......? She looks like she could break my neck in a heartbeat.
"Hi, I'm Emma, as you just heard," Emma speaks and then looks to her right.
"I'm Autumn."
"Hi, I'm Katie."
"Hi, I'm Chloe."
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Trapped 6: Going The Distance (Sequel To Trapped 5: Happily Ever After)
FanfictionLIZ AND ONE DIRECTION ARE BACK ONCE AGAIN!!!! Now that Liz and Harry have split, their feelings for each other have changed immensely. But one year later, the boys have gone on tour and now their contracts up and they all decided to not sign again...
