It's been one week that I've been in this awful, horrible place. So far, I've been beaten with various items, including their hands, and a whip. I can't wait to leave this place.
It's the middle of the night right now. Haydin and I have gotten a lot closer in the past week. We are all that each other has anymore.
I'm hoping to get outta here soon. Haydin told me they usually only keep people here for about a week. I feel bad that they've kept him here, for so long.
"So I guess you'll probably be leaving soon...", Haydin said solemnly.
I nodded, with a look of sympathy that I'd have to leave him here all alone.
"Don't feel bad for me, Fallyn. I've spent almost a year in here. I'm sure I'll be able to last longer in here now. Just concentrate on getting out of here and living your life out in the world. I'll be okay.", he said.
I didn't realize it but I'd started crying.
"Fallyn, don't cry for me. I've made you smile before with my corny jokes, so I happen to know that your smile is beautiful. Use it. We'll see each other again someday."
I tried to smile.
"Much better."
This really bothered me. I feel like I'd honestly rather stay there, and be tortured for the rest of my life, if it meant that they'd let him out in the morning.
You know, I've never had a boyfriend before. So I don't really know what being in love feels like, but I really think I'm in love with Haydin. It doesn't matter how long I've known him, because I feel like I've known him forever.
"You know, Fallyn.", began Haydin.
I looked up.
"If I ever get outta here, I've promises myself I'm gonna live out my dream, of being a singer. I write music, sing, and play guitar, drums, bass, and keyboard. It's so hard to sit here, and get an idea for a song, and not be able to write it down, or pick up my guitar, and play out a tune for it. I'm gonna do anything I can to make it big, someday, and I'll tell the world my story.", he said.
I started thinking to myself, about what I'll do when I get outta here. Maybe I'll talk to someone. I'll talk to the to a police officer, and tell them where Haydin is. If I turn in Malcom and Phillip, how could I regret it? They'll be locked up for life. It'll be so much more safe for everyone.
I look up at Haydin, as he gazes back at me. At least if I never get out of here, I'll still have him to keep me company.
BAM! The door flies open. Malcom and Phillip walk in. It's so odd, I just realized Malcom hasn't said one ore since I've been here. Strange.
"Hello, maggots. What to do with you today?", said Phillip.
"Nothing, to her.", said Haydin.
"Excuse me?", said Phillip.
"Pretty sure I didn't stutter, Phillip.", Haydin replied.
"Oh, does little Haydin have a crush on the bitch with no words? How sweet."
"No. I don't have a crush on her, and she's not a bitch."
"You sure you don't have a crush on her? She's pretty hot."
Phillip stroked my face, and Haydin watched with clenched teeth.
"Positive.", Haydin replied.
"Well what if I do this?", Said Phillip.
He balled up his fist and punched me in the stomach. I coughed, unable to breathe. I stay gasping for air. I felt years welling in my eyes.
"Stop! She can't breathe!", yelled Haydin.
"I thought you didn't like her?", said Phillip.
"I said, I don't have a crush on her. She's still my friend. Just let her go. Her time is up anyway."
"Stupid, stupid little boy. Don't you understand? She's staying here forever. Just like you."
I felt my whole body go limp, and started to panic. I was hyperventilating.
"Fuck you!", yelled Haydin.
Phillip started beating Haydin, extremely harshly.
"Don't ever talk back to me again, you useless waste of fucking flesh! Ever!", yelled Phillip, as he and Malcom continued beating him.
"Forever?", I thought. But why? Why me?
Malcom turned around and looked at me, saying "Welcome home, kid. This is your new place now."
I stopped, and looked up slowly. My eyes grew wide. I knew that voice anywhere. The voice that said, "This isn't your daddy." These men killed my father. I know it in my heart. I need to get Haydin, and I out of here, as soon as possible.
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Silence is Golden, but Duct Tape is Silver
RomanceFallyn Michaels is a normal 16 year old, teenage girl. Well you know. A normal teenage girl whose father was killed in cold blood. A normal teenage girl who has been mute since the age of nine. Why don't you read, and find out, just how "normal", he...